Comfort Food
Characters: Cissnei, Reno, Tseng
Progress: In Progress
Summary: Reno and Tseng get back to Turks HQ in Lindblum and arrive to quite a tasty surprise
Location: Turks HQ, Lindblum
Date: December 6th, 1804
Warnings: Fluff, will be added as necessary
Some hours earlier, Reno had request of Cissnei to get a hold of food similar to that of Wutai's food. Cissnei had searched the local areas for anything similar but to no avail. So what did she do? Pulled a lot of strings and paid several pretty pennies to get food airlifted to Lindblum from Wutai. She haggled and bargained more than she would care to admit to get a cheaper price, but she was proud that she was able to get it all worked out. That's what training as a Turk was: making things work no matter the situation.
Cissnei had laid out all the food, except dessert of course, in a very organized, very precise manner, of course. She kept shoving bowls a centimeter this way, plates a millimeter that way, always unsatisfied with the arrangement. In the end, she gave up, knowing that the boys probably wouldn't even notice. She was well aware, however, that they would notice the bottle of whiskey she set dead center on the table. All she could do now was wait for them to arrive.
Progress: In Progress
Summary: Reno and Tseng get back to Turks HQ in Lindblum and arrive to quite a tasty surprise
Location: Turks HQ, Lindblum
Date: December 6th, 1804
Warnings: Fluff, will be added as necessary
Some hours earlier, Reno had request of Cissnei to get a hold of food similar to that of Wutai's food. Cissnei had searched the local areas for anything similar but to no avail. So what did she do? Pulled a lot of strings and paid several pretty pennies to get food airlifted to Lindblum from Wutai. She haggled and bargained more than she would care to admit to get a cheaper price, but she was proud that she was able to get it all worked out. That's what training as a Turk was: making things work no matter the situation.
Cissnei had laid out all the food, except dessert of course, in a very organized, very precise manner, of course. She kept shoving bowls a centimeter this way, plates a millimeter that way, always unsatisfied with the arrangement. In the end, she gave up, knowing that the boys probably wouldn't even notice. She was well aware, however, that they would notice the bottle of whiskey she set dead center on the table. All she could do now was wait for them to arrive.