[ CLOSED-ISH ] one should not attend even the end of the world without a good breakfast.

[passio]

WHO: bluohaus + companions! in all honesty if your character would let themselves into the dextera/noctis/joshua home then feel free to ask…
WHERE: bluohaus!
WHEN: some peaceful august weekend
WHAT: finally, the much anticipated breakfast log
WARNINGS: god i hope not

[ with all the food that’s arrived in the town, from people retrieving things from their homes and the recently-bestowed crates (this house alone has an unholy amount of pepper jack cheese and coconuts), it was sort of an inevitability that a house as big and hungry and ignis-equipped as this one would find a way to eventually put it all together into some brunchy breakfast beanfeast. realistically, it’s going to be an all-day affair, with people coming in and out of the kitchen, sitting at the table and leaving to sleep it off before coming back again, but there’s no doubt that between the true blue residents of the house and all the friends that seem to come and go as they please through the doors, it’s going to be lively. and loud.

and probably a little messy, as well. ]

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[passio]

[ you know dextera is where the food is at!!!

he can’t cook, but he’ll honestly help if anyone asks it of him—mostly, though, he’s going to be floating around the kitchen until food is ready and he’ll be happy to taste-test anything that comes his way. unfortunately, “taste-testing” also means that he is absolutely ready to eat anything that gets burned or over-salted or in some other way ruined, so also potentially stop him from eating anything that looks like it’s been blackened in the fires of hell.

otherwise, you know that if guren is there, he’s going to be sitting right there next to guren, possibly oddly handsy for anyone who doesn’t know that they’re together. ]

[nascere]

[ hey. hey, buddy. a stray piece of something charred that used to be... something far less toxic has somehow made its way to dex's hands, but noctis, already used to his good friend's terrible, awful, really gross habits, simply swipes it from him when he walks past, dropping a strawberry into his hand instead.

noctis is in good spirits today, and he's tossing the charred piece of unholy material into the bin before gesturing dex over to distract him. ]

C'mon, we gotta wash the fruit.

[passio]

Ah?

[ dextera was going to eat that? excuse you, noctis.

whatever it was that was about to go in his mouth is quickly replaced by a nice, shiny piece of fruit, however—a strawberry that probably had a bigger destiny than this, but its sacrifice will not be in vain. before anyone can tell him not to, he eats the whole thing, leaves and all. ]

Wash?

[photoshooter]

[Oh, what's this now? Resident fidgety Sunshine Boy Prompto is face-down at the table, head buried in his arms, practically motionless. Either he's doing his best "Noct fell asleep in his cereal" impression, or something... is wrong.

In the meantime, though, Sparky the baby chocobo is ambling fearlessly around, getting underfoot, cheeping for his share of everyone else's breakfast. This is his home, he's not afraid of nothing. Feed him! Love him! Pay attention to him! Kweh!]

[passio]

[ something is definitely wrong?

dextera has at least a little more tact than to call him out over the table, but in one of the downtimes between all of the varied dishes that seem to keep happening, dextera scoops sparky up and taps prompto on the shoulder to get his attention.

there’s a peeper who wants your love, prompto!!! ]

[photoshooter]

Umnh?

[Prompto lifts his head blearily, then sits up more to accept his feathery child into his arms. Eeeeexcept then he keeps accepting him, curling bodily around him and sinking back into the table so that the poor chocobo is tucked into the center of a Prompto Ball, kwehing in alarm and indignity.

For his part, Prompto just whines like a dying balloon.]

Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

[nascere]

[ noctis is scooping sparky up, preventing him from getting underfoot because the kitchen, but circumvents the inevitable indignation by feeding him with greens he's swiped from the chopping board.

so here he is, cuddling their son before plopping down next to prompto, saving the kitchen temporarily from an ultimately adorable little menace. he'll love u and feed u, buddy. but first he has to fix his best friend's problems. ]

Hey. You look like Cindy just got herself a boyfriend that isn't you.

[photoshooter]

[Prompto just huddles further down. Somehow, that's a thing that's possible.]

Awhh, she should, I'm the worst. I ruin everything. Who let me talk to girls, ever, it's always such a bad idea.

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx elects to leave Sparky alone this time, though usually when he pops by for breakfast he spends at least three minutes absolutely spoiling the bird with attention. Today, however, he has a large, heavy sling resting against his chest. The baby coeurl inside is napping and far too young yet to be bothering prey, but Nyx doesn’t want to rest it.]

Breakfast gone bad, kid?

[photoshooter]

Nnhm--

[Whatever Prompto's about to say as he shifts in Nyx's general direction cuts off abruptly when he notices the sling--and the baby animal inside it. He sits up, eyes wide.]

Is that--? [He stops, then squints.] That's not a cat.

[unfatalist]

Goodness, Sparky, you're as bad as Pearl —

[Guess who is going to just lightly nudge this aggressive little bundle of fluff out from under his feet while he brings over a platter of fluffy chocolate-chip pancakes and scrambled eggs and basically inserts it as close to directly under Prompto's nose as he can get with the way he's positioned at the table.]

I've never known you to be lethargic about chocolate-chip pancakes, Prompto. I hope today won't be the day you prove me wrong.

[photoshooter]

[After a moment, Prompto shifts slightly towards the smell of the food. Another, and he lifts his head.]

Aw... Iggy... I'm not--

[And his stomach makes a liar out of him before he even finishes, grrrlgrgglegrrlmping loud enough to be heard out in Flavo. Prompto looks like he's about to cry.]

[swordfucker]

[One regular house guest is here, at least! That is to say, Guren came down with Dextera and agreed to stay for breakfast like he sometimes does. As usual, he stays close to Dextera, but unlike usual, it looks like he's tired enough to be... dozing off while sitting up in his chair. He's tired of waiting for the food, he needs energy, and so there he is, arms crossed and head nodding down as he fades away.

He always jolts awake before his face hits food or anything, at least. But someone wake him up when he can eat, or if someone's talking to him. Thanks.]

[nascere]

[ it's not noctis' fault if he puts down the plate of fish, potatoes and fruit down louder than he normally does, right there in front of guren. he's grinning crookedly when he does, commenting when he wakes. ]

Busy night?

[swordfucker]

[ He jolts awake again, only to scowl at Noctis and his comment. Humph!! ]

Don’t ask like that, you freak. [ He’s so nice. ] I’m just a busy guy. It was taking too long.

[ But he glances down at the plate now. It looks delicious... real food!! ]

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx arrived with coeurl kitten in hand, the mass of fur dead asleep in its sling. It’s not yet strong enough to stay on its own, still relying on fluids for food (and what an adventure it’s been trying to find something the thing ups even digest. He’s still working on it), and he’s not comfortable leaving it alone in his room for even a couple hours.

Dodging the chocobo roaming adorably around everyone’s feet, Nyx greets everyone he passes with a friendly grip on their shoulder and a smile.]

[nascere]

[ well isn't this just fun! noctis perks up when he spots nyx, glad to see him here. and what's that he has in his hand? he's coming over to him, curious. ]

Adopted a fluffball of your own too, huh?

[brightlyshines]

[At least it's not nearly as messy a breakfast as it could be. After some coaxing and a few distractions, Estelle had been stuck on omelette duty, much to the relief of her housemates probably. She'd yet to set fire to the kitchen in all her time in Chroma, and hopefully that streak would continue.

At least she really knows how to cook good omurice and anything similar without much error? She'll offer a wave to anyone who comes by, and a greeting.]

Good morning! Any special way you like your eggs?

[passio]

[ estelle should expect this by now. ]

…“way”?

[ say hello to the guy who has mostly just been cracking raw eggs into his mouth and only eating them cooked when they were cooked for him. ]

[whereabout]

It's going to be an omelette no matter what I say, right?

[ Count on Joshua to give her crap with the sweetest of smiles on his face. ]

[unfatalist]

[Is literally anyone surprised that Ignis is here and cooking up a whirlwind in the kitchen? No? Okay.

Luckily, his recent venture to Galdin Quay and the fact that Coctura's restaurant had been exactly as he'd remembered it save for being blessedly empty also means that, well. What a shame it would've been to let all of those ingredients go to waste. All those fine, fine ingredients. Spices. Nonperishables. Flour, for gods' sake. He probably physically drafted people into coming to the Quay with him just so that he could pilfer more kitchen equipment because with a once in a lifetime chance like that, why would you ever waste it?

Suffice to say, this Chroma Food Desert business has gone on long enough, and we are having chocolate-chip pancakes and scrambled eggs with pepperjack cheesy hash today and Ignis is LOVING IT.

Most of the time, you can find him in the kitchen, though when he's done with his shift he'll be around the house, either keeping tabs on his cat Pearl or settling in with an Ebony to enjoy a much-deserved break.]

[passio]

[ dextera cannot cook. joshua has tried showing him the basics, but it’s hard to get a grasp of it when he has no sense of it—he doesn’t understand cooking techniques, he doesn’t really get flavor, and it was literally only today that he learned you need to wash fruits and vegetables after they come out of the dirt.

so he’s on cleaning duty, maybe.

still, look at him—he’s hovering, and his attention is honestly almost laser-focused on the bowl of pancake batter. it smells so good? the pancakes also smell good, but there’s something about the ingredients together like this that makes him desperately want to try it. ]

…

[ he is not washing this bowl. he is looking at ignis with child-like hunger. ]

[nascere]

[ Noctis is helping! Today is a crowded, busy day with so many people, and Noctis is well-trained by now. Despite instincts to be a lazy ass and leave Ignis to do all the cooking, he decides to be a good person and boyfriend (he's running low on kisses) to help out with the stirring, mixing, and monitoring of the pots and pans bubbling on the stove.

He even helps to take care of the vegetables despite how dubious they look, but he's getting such incredible payoff with the fact that there! are! pancakes! Noctis trails from his place by the sink, owlish and expectant when he first catches its wholesome, delicious scent. ]

Are those for me?

[whereabout]

[ Joshua's a pretty decent cook, even if he is most definitely not the best in this household, so he makes for a great assistant: he's competent enough to draft into whatever needs to be done, and easy-going enough to let the real chef micromanage everything instead of trying to do things his own way.

So he's doing a lot of stirring this or measuring that, and in his very Joshua way, breathes nary a word of complaint about it. He doesn't even steal bites before things are done! ]

[whereabout]

[ Wherever you are, whatever you were waiting on, there's a plate of it now being dramatically smacked down right in front of you. Joshua has apparently taken over delivery duty. ]

Dig in.