our hearts stay warm cause they are filled with hope

[primafacie]

[Okay, well. That happened! It's probably like 2pm right now, because this all happened at like 4am! So anyway, Sugarplum has set out the rest of her cake from Tuesday out in the lobby. It's just the bottom layer, and the fondant's seen better days but! It's cake!

This isn't exactly a party, per se, but there's also juice and water set out. And it's the salon, so there's alcohol if you're into that. Also there's pancakes! Listen, Sugarplum only knows how to make a limited amount of non-baked good food and the list pretty much starts and ends with pancakes.

Everyone got an invitation, since presumably they would want to wash . . . up.]

Everyone is welcome to join me in the salon for a meal.

♥ 𝓢𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓹𝓵𝓾𝓶
[The meal is pancakes and cake. Look, Sugarplum's only got the vaguest idea of what humans eat, okay? That seemed sufficient for her.]

Comments

[bornforit]

[Leia wanders over at some point, a little dazed, a little...not all here. She has a plate of pancakes, which are something she's never had before! There are similar foods, of course, on her world, but nothing covered in butter and smothered in some kind of sticky, sweet substance.

She sets her plate down at Cass's table and slides into a seat.]

People really eat this?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Pull up a chair, Leia. There's room.]

All the time. What, have you never seen a pancake before?

[bornforit]

[She shakes her head, slowly, stabbing at one with her fork.]

No. We have cakes, but nothing quite like this. [Her gaze flickers back up to Cassandra.] What were you muttering about?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

They're pretty good. Sugerplum's actually not bad as a cook.

[Though, with a name like that, maybe it should've been obvious.]

Oh. I was thinking about doing patrols... at night.

[The reason why should be obvious]

[bornforit]

Hm. Worth a try.

[She cuts off a piece with her fork, puts it in her mouth...and is immediately overtaken by a sugar rush. Okay, she gets it. This is...delicious.]

What is this syrupy stuff? It's incredible.

[Oh, but they were having a conversation. Leia's eyebrows raise in interest.]

I'll take a patrol.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Cass watches in real time as another person discovers that some things can be delicious. It's... kind of funny, actually.]

Uh, syrup? There are different types. You'd have to ask.

[And that reminds Cass to take a bite of her own plate.]

I'd appreciate the help. At least while we're trapped in here, there's not a lot of places to check.

[bornforit]

...Oh.

[Leia feels...kind of dumb about that, but who can blame her? Still, she pushes past the embarrassment, and shrugs.]

It's nothing. If it'll help prevent another death, I'm willing to help out any way I can.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Hehe. Pardon Cass's little giggles. But... Guess even a space princess doesn't know everything.]

I'm hoping so, princess. [She... is a princess. It's only right to be courteous.] At least we'd know if anyone's sneaking out at night for something more than a midnight snack.

[bornforit]

[Leia...grimaces, and holds up a hand.] Please...just call me Leia. [It's not you, Cass, it's...well, never mind.]

When do I start? Honestly, I haven't been sleeping well, anyway.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Ah.] Sure. [Guess she should have figured. She can really be on a first-name basis with all the royalty she meets.]

How do you feel about starting tonight? We can check things out together?

[bornforit]

Nothing personal, I promise. It just—

[Is she blushing?]

Reminds me of someone. But that sounds good. Should we start at, say, ten?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Ten works just fine. I'm probably not going to sleep until later on anyway.

[Haha.... a person's insides got blasted out in front of them.]

Reminds you of someone? [Huh. Is she?] Sorry if I touched a nerve.

[bornforit]

[Leia shrugs her shoulders, looking away.]

No, no, it's fine. Just...someone from home who gets on my nerves an awful lot. He always calls me Princess but makes it sound like an insult, somehow.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Ugh, a guy. Sorry I asked.

[Cass rolls her eyes and resumes looking at her pancakes.]

Is the guy that gets on your nerves a "handsome rogue" too?

[bornforit]

[Leia laughs into her fork, chewing and swallowing.]

Well, yes, actually. How'd you know?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Because there's a guy just like that back home that hangs on Rapunzel.

[It's Cassandra's turn to laugh, almost snorting a piece of pancake up her nose.]

He's a great guy, don't get me wrong, but he used to have a ego the size of the castle we lived in.

[bornforit]

Oh.

[Leia laughs, feeling...a mite better about having owned up to it, now.]

'Used to'? Is his ego reformed?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Nah, it's still as big as the castle. He's just putting it to good use now.

[Protecting it, rather than stealing from it.]

[bornforit]

Hm. Well, maybe that means there's hope for my—for the guy I know.

[She'd been about to say My rogue but that's...nope. Nope!]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Haha nope.]

You never know. Maybe he's a good guy, or maybe he's a separatist.

[Y'know, because those exist in disney worlds too.]

I'd keep an eye on him, if I were you.

[bornforit]

Oh, I don't mean to say that I don't...trust him, per se.

[She shrugs, chewing at her lip briefly.]

It's just that...on a personal level, he's completely infuriating.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[There's a slight rumble from the table, Cass's fists resting against her side, her plate slightly jostled.]

Tell me about it.

[bornforit]

He's so smug, about everything! And no matter how you react to him, he always acts like he's won.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Uh huh. And I bet he's so full of himself that he doesn't listen to anyone else's advice.

[bornforit]

That's truly uncanny.

[Leia's elbows prop up on the table, her chin falling into her hands.]

...His name is Han. He's a smuggler. He helped us on a vital mission, recently.