What a nightmare. [Said with feeling. Yikes! Fucking sucks for them!!] Let's not go outside if we don't have to, then. [...] Snacks are stocked if you want any.
[Gladion doesn't. This is, as mentioned, his wind-down, which doesn't generally involve eating. The way he piles the cubes onto a plate and wraps the Meatloaf Thing back up for the fridge has an air of habit about it. His tail vine is motionless on the ground, running in a long loop around the whole kitchen island that starts to unwind when he walks back around it towards the table. Silvally heaves itself upright and follows. It's tall enough seated to eat off the table, and so it does; Gladion sets its own evening snack down, and it sets about delicately plucking cubes off the stack to snap down.]
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Date: 2023-04-25 04:54 am (UTC)[Gladion doesn't. This is, as mentioned, his wind-down, which doesn't generally involve eating. The way he piles the cubes onto a plate and wraps the Meatloaf Thing back up for the fridge has an air of habit about it. His tail vine is motionless on the ground, running in a long loop around the whole kitchen island that starts to unwind when he walks back around it towards the table. Silvally heaves itself upright and follows. It's tall enough seated to eat off the table, and so it does; Gladion sets its own evening snack down, and it sets about delicately plucking cubes off the stack to snap down.]