[She gives Valo an affectionate pat, cooing at him for being such a good boy all day today before she's heading to the kitchen where she'll work away at preparing the food, warming it up and setting it all nicely onto plates rather than the containers they came in. She also sets out a few bananas to help with his headaches and brews hot water for fresh cups of peppermint tea. Ah, and the two dozen cream puffs as well... in case he wants dessert? Someone's going to have to help her eat all of these!
And of course, she won't forget Valo—he gets a scoop of peanut butter, but that part is their little secret. Eustace doesn't have to know.
As promised, there will be a fresh, fluffy towel hanging on the inside of the door for Eustace for when he's finished. He'll have to use her soap, though—he'll come out smelling nice and floral when he's finished. Better than the sweat and alcohol from before...
And once he's out, the two of them sit around the small table with Valo resting near Eustace's feet. There isn't much conversation to be had... Ilsa doesn't really want to talk about what happened, and she's sure that Eustace would prefer to have some space to think through it and sort his thoughts out a little more, so she doesn't push the subject, let alone broach it while they enjoy the food, the tea, and the desserts.
They're there for a while, long past Ilsa's usual bedtime. The rest of the town is surely asleep by now, the street dark outside when she glances out the window. It must be well past midnight, but she doesn't bother to check as she finishes cleaning up the dishes, setting them into the sink to wash in the morning.
It's then that she does have to present one subject—that of their sleeping arrangements.]
I still think you should just take the bed tonight.
[She's going to be a little stubborn about this.]
A good night's sleep will do wonders for that head of yours.
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And of course, she won't forget Valo—he gets a scoop of peanut butter, but that part is their little secret. Eustace doesn't have to know.
As promised, there will be a fresh, fluffy towel hanging on the inside of the door for Eustace for when he's finished. He'll have to use her soap, though—he'll come out smelling nice and floral when he's finished. Better than the sweat and alcohol from before...
And once he's out, the two of them sit around the small table with Valo resting near Eustace's feet. There isn't much conversation to be had... Ilsa doesn't really want to talk about what happened, and she's sure that Eustace would prefer to have some space to think through it and sort his thoughts out a little more, so she doesn't push the subject, let alone broach it while they enjoy the food, the tea, and the desserts.
They're there for a while, long past Ilsa's usual bedtime. The rest of the town is surely asleep by now, the street dark outside when she glances out the window. It must be well past midnight, but she doesn't bother to check as she finishes cleaning up the dishes, setting them into the sink to wash in the morning.
It's then that she does have to present one subject—that of their sleeping arrangements.]
I still think you should just take the bed tonight.
[She's going to be a little stubborn about this.]
A good night's sleep will do wonders for that head of yours.