moonstrualcycle | no running in the halls!

[ Snackin' on kebabs with my bestie while imminent doom definitely comes for us. Lea couldn't be more thrilled by this outcome, to be honest, and the fact that she can see it affecting Isa's mood is even better. It's like old times! Only because she knows the threat isn't too bad... ]

Oh yeah. I remember thinking how cool that was.

[Lea won't be so thrilled when a single bee shows up and Isa flips completely over into berserk and destroys the entire room. she's honestly gearing up for something moderately serious, based on how nonchalant Lea's being. at the moment Isa's thinking about how finding a hibachi table to throw Lea onto sounds like a better idea than the lake.]

Remember there was that little kid at another table who wouldn't stop crying every time the fire went up?

[easter egg: that child was kate, and this actually happened.]

Barely. I was really focused on the food. And the fire.

[ That's adorable, by the way. Throw her onto a table in... a sexy way?

She would be more urgent if it was more serious than it is, relax!! The kebabs are delicious, though, and Lea is sticking hers into her mouth and taking one of the giant bowls of food to... sort of trickle all of its content into another pile of food. She wants the bowl empty, is what I'm saying. ]

[no. well, probably, but then she was thinking more of Cleganeing this shit, if that would even work on Lea. is she still fireproof, with a heart? it doesn't even occur to her that Lea might want the bowl empty as a shield, or a weapon, which is what i assume it's for.

Isa's just grumpy and on guard now as she eats a bit of steak with her hands directly out of the serving bowl, because fuck everything. why is she friends with someone like Lea who pisses her off like this, i ask you. (the answer is that unfortunately, Lea comes through in the clutch, and also has great legs and the right sense of humor and probably very attractive hands as well, and also spite. she's made it through everything else, why bother detaching now.)]

[ God. (Sounds a little bit like an over-explanation. Just say it's true love and be done with it.)

Lea turns the bowl over completely and pats it to make sure it's empty, then moves to another table. She stops there, staring at Isa, and kind of looks like she's trying not to laugh. ]

Oh come on, relax. There's nothing dangerous in here. Just eat.

I'm gonna strangle you in your sleep someday, just so you know.

[the grouchiness is only half a bluff. on the one hand she was subconsciously expecting something like this, because it's Lea. on the other hand, in this place with free food and free everything else where she ended up suddenly with a Lea who she hadn't already smooched and gotten used to again, was a little peace and quiet so much to ask?

Isa gives Lea a really sullen look, but at least moves down the table a little bit to scope out the food. she's trying, really.]

Nahhh, you would've done it already.

[ She's calling the wrong bluff, isn't she? Anyway, the bowl is not a weapon or a shield, and she is now piling a little bit of food into it from every section, except the rice and noodles. Those aren't really finger foods. Roast chicken, pork, plus some wedges of various cheese and more of the breads. ]

This place regenerates food every day. Well, the whole world does, but I meant this room. It's... worth it, I'm just too lazy to deal with it usually. Kitchens are easier. Or Riku's.

[Lea's making it so that strangling will happen sooner rather than later, yes. Isa's attempting to relax, but she ate a fair amount of food already and can't shake the feeling that something's going to happen. she grabs a single croissant, a chocolate-filled one, and goes back to where they were sitting before. thoughtfully, as she sits down:]

I didn't think to check the contents of your freezer to see how much ice cream was in it.

More than there should be.

[ She's the first to admit that. She moves the bowl to balance it against her considerable hip, plucking up a cinnamon apple muffin and taking a big bite of it. ]

[you can't just wind her up like this and then expect it to fade back out, Lea, you know that's not how Isa works. this is both smooches happened, and also the manhandling. B( she's clearly wound up, sitting cross-legged instead of relaxed with her legs out in front of her like she was before, and she keeps side-eyeing Lea.]

Not enough for two, I bet. Anything besides sea salt?

There's always enough for two. Also yeah, I have like four kinds.

[ What is she going to put in her freezer besides ice cream? ]

Sea salt caramel's one of them, so I don't know if that counts. Anyway, the fairies are going to come from that way.

[ She points with her free hand, some distance into the sugary forest. ]

Pretty sure they're made of candy. Like I said, nothing dangerous.

[idk i assumed Lea was also on the Eddie Brock/Venom diet of tatertots and chicken nuggets.

that finally gets Isa to relax a little, thank u. she's quiet for a minute, considering something.]

...so the fairies are edible too?

[ No she has a couple things, but it's 80% ice cream, let's be realistic. Lea stops, and eyes Isa with a kind of slow-dawning horror. ]

Wouldn't know. I didn't really think 'oh hey, fairies are attacking, maybe I'll just eat them'.

[the real question is would Isa eat fairies if they weren't made of candy. the answer is probably yes, if they were attempting to attack her. she's not some sort of barbarian who just eats innocent fairies, god. Isa casually pulls bits of her croissant off and eats them, before:]

What'd you think Pixi Sticks were made of, then?

[you are friends with a fiend, Lea. just fyi.]

I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that so I can still enjoy them.

[ Lea was probably that dumbass who pretended to snort Pixi Sticks and then accidentally did for real.

In the distance: ominous, flighty buzzing. ]

[there's a good chance that probably happened because Isa dared her to, i imagine. Isa's attention twitches toward the sound, but she's got enough time to finish her croissant.]

I don't know why you would bother with stuff like that when cake exists.

[ I mean, probably. Lea's grabbing more shit to put in the bowl, because They Are Coming and usually she makes a fast getaway. ]

What, breads? Not everyone likes cake.

No, the artificially-dyed sugar that burns when it gets in your sinuses.

[it sounds like she's trying to shit on this candy but she loves it once in a while too. she's positively glacial now compared to earlier, and to Lea, just finishing the last bits of pastry, brushing the crumbs off her lap, and getting calmly to her feet.]

How sturdy do you think the branches on the bacon tree are?

[ Lea grumbles something about not intending for it to be in her sinuses, then looks up to the tree. Everything here functions like the real, non-food versions, and the tree itself can hold the branches and everything else, so... ]

Pretty sturdy.

[ A beat. ]

Why. Isa, why?

I think you know why.

[she's needed to beat the shit out of something since last night, and if small flying things made of candy are all that's available, that'll have to do, but she's gonna do it as properly as she can. over to the tree she goes, and grabs a branch the thickness of her forearm in one hand and just breaks it off like some kind of savage. she gives it a couple of practice swings to see how it feels; it's no claymore, but it'll work, and the leaves still on it will give it a wider range.]

[ After a moment of stunned silence, because breaking the branch off like that was pretty badass: ]

They're fairies.

[ And here they come, one big sparkling, sugary pink and purple swarm of small, delicate, and pissed off fairies. ]

Yep.

[nuts, gotta two-hand this like a baseball bat, it doesn't have the right balance, oh well. also Lea please remember, you and Roxas were the ones who went to Neverland and actually saw a real fairy, and the reports you brought back were mostly understood by Saix to have been some sort of high-spirited fantasy you shared from the power of friendship, or something. Isa has zero attachment to even the idea of fairies. come at me, fuckers, it's gonna be like hitting a home run with a bath bomb, i bet.]

[ There's an internal debate going on in Lea's heart. On the one hand, the fairies are dicks and routinely attack anyone who comes here and takes any of the food. On the other hand, she's a Hero now, on the side of Light, and she probably should have a problem with Isa just flyswatting a bunch of food-born fairies to their sugary graves.

On the other other hand, people come back from death here.

She's going to take a crouch and take a seat by the door as the fairies make a bee-line for Isa. They don't have weapons, but they do bite. ]

[Isa bites too, it's okay. the front line of fairies gets absolutely obliterated by some a+ batting form that she may or may not have picked up from watching the keykids, and then she does a much more familiar overhead slam right through the middle of the cloud. it's raining sugar, Lea, are you sure you don't want to be over here with all three of your hands?

that expression on Isa's face should probably be worrying, but at least it looks like she's having fun. "fun".]

[ It turns out the fairies, while rabid, are not stupid — they may or may not have a hivemind, or just an intense mob mentality, but after seeing so many of them turned into pixie dust in the literal sense, they start to scatter. The ground at Isa's feet is carnage. Sprinkles, sugar-spun wings and limbs...

Lea is eating bread, but she's passively mind-blown. Is she horrified? Is she aroused? It is a mystery. Oh, she knows that move.

Best to just let Isa get it out of her system. ]

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