MHA #10; Tuesday Morning [11/15].

[chef_chocobro]

Well. There certainly was one way for Ignis to know, immediately, that things were back to normal, and that was waking up to that deep, unfathomable, familiar darkness once again. Other details came in soon after: the sound of Shane's steady breathing as he slept, the presence of his body, considerably larger than it had been after it had succumbed to a massive sugar crash the day before. Despite that distinct ache that accompanied his current lack of sight, he smiled faintly. Thank goodness for that healing factor, but something told him there might still be some regrets that morning.

He knew of at least one thing that might help, and it was one thing that Ignis himself was feeling like he needed pretty badly right now, anyway, and he decided to loo on the bright side (so to speak) of the whole situation, and be grateful for the fact that, even as a young child, he had been meticulously observant. Having more recent memories of just how everything looked made it exceptionally easier to find his way around the apartment when he got himself out of bed, and he could remember the precise location of where everything he'd need to make coffee was.

He had to compensate a little bit for the height difference, but it wasn't long at all before he had a fresh pot ready to go, poured himself a cup, and then just took his time in enjoying it while reflecting on the weekend. And, most importantly, matching those almost painfully vivid memories of what he had seen to the mental maps he'd spent the last few weeks building in his head these last few weeks.

His younger self may have found his unsuccessful search around the island for Noctis to be frustrating and worrisome, but his current self was finding it to be incredibly useful, indeed.

[[ for that guy who lives there~ ]]

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[notagoose]

Goose had woken up and immediately had regrets about all the sugar that he’d had over the weekend.

He did notice that he was alone in the room and he did eventually force himself to get out of bed and make his way to the kitchen when he thought he could smell coffee and found Ignis there.

“Is that coffee?” he said hopefully, moving rather sluggishly towards the counter.

[chef_chocobro]

"That is coffee," Ignis confirmed, with a faint smile and a cup already ready, because he'd (of course) heard Shane coming. One didn't survive a daemon apocalypse without knowing how to pick up on large things lumbering toward you in the darkness, after all. So when he reached the kitchen, he would find a mug already poured and behind held out to greet him.

"How are you feeling?"

[notagoose]

“Like I never want to have sugar again,” Goose admitted, wincing a little as he reached over to gratefully accept the mug, “I just hope this year I will actually be able to fall asleep properly,” he sighed. “I had quite a bit of sugar didn’t I?”

He was realising that he probably didn’t have much luck at avoiding a repeat of last year’s insomnia.

[chef_chocobro]

"Despite my best efforts to the contrary," said Ignis, who would not put a whole lot of money on that avoiding sugar decree lasting very long, "yes. You did. Your ability to somehow procure the stuff out of seemingly no where was quite impressive, actually."

[notagoose]

It wasn’t going to last very long, no.

“My younger self had a way of getting into sugar,” he managed with a small smile, “dad has a few horror stories with my first experiences with sugar after ..well Wolf Den happened,” he took a long sip of coffee, “I can see why they never let us have sugar while we were there,”

[chef_chocobro]

"I can't imagine it was the only thing you were deprived of while you were there, either," Ignis noted, with a sip from his own coffee and deep frown, because anything involving the Wolf Den was hardly a light and cheerful topic to be had over morning coffee.

"We should order up some breakfast," he suggested. "Get some proper food in us."

His kid self had done the best he could with what they had, but it would have still been a while before he'd fully managed to come into his culinary own at that time.

[notagoose]

“No it wasn’t,” Goose admitted softly and then perked up at the mention of food, “breakfast does sound nice,” he paused, “I should really do a full grocery shop soon,”

Even though admittedly he had been a little distracted the last couple of weeks between being a goose and then a child.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis gave a soft, slightly amused (perhaps less so than it might have been, with Wolf Den lingering there under the sirface) hum. "I was going to suggest," he said, "that it was something that could be held off until later, but I realize this might be the best time, in light of your recent," and, he suspected, incredibly fleeting, "admonishment of sugary things."

Always the tactician, this one. So if he saw an opening to encourage better eating habits, how could he not seize upon it?

[notagoose]

Goose couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “well I am always willing to try new things,” he grinned, “what would you suggest I try?”

It wasn’t likely the no sugar rule was going to remain in place for long but the way he felt at that precise moment, he was willing to give the sugar a rest for a while.

[chef_chocobro]

"Obviously," said Ignis, between sips of coffee, "I will always promote fresh produce and meats over all else, especially now that I understand what a luxury such things can be. But it could be an opportunity to try something entirely new, just for the sake of trying it.

"We should see to breakfast first, though," he decided. "Filling one's pantry on an empty stomach is sure to be an exercise in excess."

[notagoose]

“Breakfast first, than grocery shopping,” Goose agreed as he took a sip of his own coffee, “what were you thinking of getting?” he asked, as he tried to decide what he would like to have for breakfast.

[chef_chocobro]

"Maybe the standard fare," Ignis mused. "Bacon, eggs, hashbrowns. Perhaps skip the pancakes, stick with the more savory things."

[notagoose]

“I do like the sound of bacon and eggs and hash browns,” Goose admitted, his stomach rumbling a little bit when he realised he was hungrier than he thought, “I think pancakes might be too sugary,” he agreed.

[chef_chocobro]

"Precisely my reasoning," Ignis said with a small smile. "Then we're decided. Should we order in? Or perhaps just go out?"

[notagoose]

“Going out sounds nice,” Goose said with a smile, “it would be a bit different as well to go out for breakfast,”

[chef_chocobro]

"I was thinking much the same," Ignis admitted. "Good way to get some fresh air."

He'd almost said something about seeing the sights, instead, but he didn't know if they were quite there in terms of that kind of...dark humor yet...

[notagoose]

Goose did smile at that, “ that does sound nice,” he agreed, “I think going at a much slower pace after the last few days sounds like a good idea,” he admitted.

[chef_chocobro]

"It's no surprise you slept in a bit," Ignis noted, with a faint snort into his cup, and, since they were going to approach their day at a markedly slower pace,he reached for the coffee pot to top his drink off, offering it up toward Shane to see if he'd like the same. "It was exhausting just trying to keep up with you, really."

He had been far more used to minding a much more...lethargic young boy, after all.

[notagoose]

“I didn’t think I had that much energy, I’m honestly surprised I didn’t cause any major damage, ,” Goose considered, extending his mug towards the offered coffee, grateful for a refill, “did I cause any damage?” he paused, looking quickly around to see if there was anything damaged.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis carefully moved the pot around until it found the mug, not even sure if Shane had been holding it out, but he assumed that he had, and the contact not only confirmed it, but also allowed him to locate it well enough to know he was pouring the coffee into it and not, say, just on the floor.

"Nothing that I was able to notice," he reported, settling the pot back down. "But who even knows what you managed to get into when left to your own devices."

[notagoose]

“I suppose I’ll find out,” Goose admitted, “I don’t think dad would appreciate me calling him for more money if I need repairs,” he stared down at his mug, “I don’t think he’s recovered from the last interceptor I damaged,”