comin' on to the overload

[doyoulikecake]

[OOC: Okay, so the first section is a bit tailored and QUITE timey-wimey, as I'm not actually sure what day the Mio & Roxis meetings went down. But feel free to have it be backdated, forward-dated, not-actually-on-the-same-day-as-each-other-at-all, etc. To Kaden, it'll have happened on the same day, but I doubt that anyone's going to be like 'so

Comments

[allmydiredreams]

Babel looks up with an owlish expression when her name is called out, though she can feel who it is almost immediately. She just happens to have a Sharpie in her mouth again.

A Sharpie that she abruptly spits out when Luka approaches, to be replaced by her too-many-teeth smile. "Hello, little one!" she says, capping the other marker she'd been drawing with.

And then Luka's handing her cookies and a card and Babel makes possibly the most excited face this lobby has seen since Meggie pedaled through it on Christmas with her new bike. Cookies! Cookies are the best things! She takes them excitedly, opening them and breathing in cookie scent. "They smell like festivity," she says, "little adornments and rooms of people. That's how cookies smell in winter."

Then she's popped one in her mouth -- she can't quite get it all in, but that's okay -- and pats the ground next to her, inviting Luka to sit. "Sit, draw with me!" she says, but with the cookie in her mouth it sounds more like 'sih, drr'iffm!' accompanied by a spray of cookie crumbs.

[designed2kill]

"Rooms of people," Luka says softly. "All the people have gone away lately. The bright mindfeelings are gone." Apparently, hanging out with Babel makes Luka talk like Babel.

"Do you want hot chocolate?" she asks. "I learned how to make that too. Hot chocolate and cookies go together really well."

[allmydiredreams]

Babel tilts her head. "Not all of them gone," she says. "Sometimes out, but never completely gone." She's still munching a cookie as she says it, because Babel can't talk with her mouth empty if she has food in front of her or something.

She raises her eyebrows at the offer of hot chocolate, then nods vigorously. "We can have a hot chocolate and marker party," she declares, scooping all the markers near her into a little pile. She picks out a eye-searingly pink one and writes in her large, sloppy handwriting: "BE RIGHT BACK :D" across an empty section of the paper. And then she's standing, waiting for Luka to lead her to said delicious hot chocolate.

[designed2kill]

"Not always completely gone," Luka agrees. "But far away, where I can't feel them any more. New lights come, but they can't always fill the old ones' places." In particular, there's one place in Luka's life that none of the new lights have even come close to filling.

Luka leads the way into the Kashtta's kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge. She pulls out a jug of milk and pours it into two mugs, and then adds some chocolate syrup to each mug--about a quarter of a mugs' worth, in fact. Luka believes there is no such thing as too much chocolate in your hot chocolate. She stirs each cup, and then puts them both in the microwave to heat it up. Might not be the most traditional way of making hot chocolate, but it tastes delicious, and that's all that matters to her.

When the microwave beeps, Luka pulls the mugs out and sprays a towering mound of whipped cream on top of hers before handing the whipped cream canister over to Babel. Spraying the whipped cream is one of the best parts (aside from drinking it, of course), so she can't deny Babel the opportunity to do that part herself. "Here you go!" she says cheerfully, her wistful loneliness of a few moments ago seemingly forgotten.