MCA #1, Tuesday Evening

[hugetractsofland]

Lulu was bustling around the kitchen, preparing various ingredients, while she waited for Liir to show up.

There was a pot of orange spice cocoa on the stove, simmering away, for when he got there. The aroma was wafting through the apartment, and probably out into the hallway, as well.


[For the TA-shaped person, but otherwise open for the roomie, or anyone else who wants to wander by.]

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[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"Jean-Paul," Lulu began, "you have told me that chocolate would be detrimental to your health. Exactly how much is detrimental?"

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul considered this. "I ate half a jar of Nutella on Saturday and did not die, but on the flip side Henry McCoy seems convinced that was a miracle. Also, I did not actually sleep until some time yesterday afternoon. So. Not much?"

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"... Jean-Paul." Lulu Frowned. Yes, with a capital 'F'.

Of course, then she reached into a cupboard and pulled out a tin. "One cookie, no more." She handed over an Oral Sex.

[notanactualfairy]

"I had no willpower," he said. "I am not sure why. And then there were Adoption Stories and I deserved it." He took the cookie, eyed it for a moment, then took a bite of it.

"Nnnngh. Lulu. Marry me."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

Lulu laughed. "I'm surprised I've not heard that before when serving Oral Sex."

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul blinked. "Oral...please tell me that is the name of the cookie."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"... Yes, Jean-Paul. It is the name of the cookie. Hazelnut and chocolate -- oral sex, yes?"

[notanactualfairy]

"Yes," he agreed. "Hide them. Please."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

Lulu laughed. "Turn around, then, and you won't see where I've placed them."

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul obligingly did so and this is the closest I have to an icon of him from behind.

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

Lulu placed the container of cookies in her cleavage. Well, more properly, she placed them in the handwavy of handwaviness place where she keeps her items like Potions, but she reaches it through her cleavage, so.

"All right, they're hidden."

[notanactualfairy]

In the one place he'd never think of looking, too. Jean-Paul turned back around, and tried to be surreptitious about looking around the kitchen for a hiding place. "Good," he said.

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"Now, if you'd like, I can offer one to you periodically. Also, I have some other quite delicious treats that contain no chocolate whatsoever."

[notanactualfairy]

"You know," Jean-Paul said wistfully, "when I was a child I was able to have these things, and I did not properly appreciate them."