I don't believe in fretting and greiving, why mess around with strife?

[greenmamabear]

[In some ways, this trial was simpler. The killer was lacking in remorse, the victim innocent. The lines were clearer. Was that better, or worse?

Either way, Fern and Alex make up something of a green team, preparing a meal in the kitchen. Nothing particularly complicated. Coffee and water for whoever want it is at one end of the dining table. Along the rest of it is a variety of foods. A plate of cheese and crackers, a bowl of salad and carrots for the healthy people, some handy finger sandwiches, and... a big pot of mac and cheese. What they lack in presentation they make up in sheer volume of food. That's a big tub of mac and cheese.

They struggle with the invitations for a bit before eventually coming up with possibly the most awkward phrasing possible. These notes are quietly shoved under doors with little fanfare more than a quick knock.


We got food in eat place. Food is good to eat. Enjoy food with us?

- Fern and Alex

[The dining area is lined up with some appropriate decorations, quick paper streamers and even some doodles that have been taped to the walls.

Its possible too simple. But maybe people need something simple to gorge on after a complicated day.]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

[ aller...gies. Oh, right. She blinks once and then nods, realizes she nodded, and then shakes her head. ]

No, no, nothing like that. It's not even against your cooking, I'm just not eating now.

[greenmamabear]

...You should really eat something.

[matchbreaker]

I will later, don't you worry.

[ She should... she smirks a little in spite of herself, thinking about Fern's trust admission. ]

[greenmamabear]

...Its not healthy to skip so many meals.

[matchbreaker]

I'm not skipping anything. I'm just- [ . . . Oh wait, there's a good excuse. ] Not eating with you lot.

[greenmamabear]

[Elda she legit believes you have an eating disorder.]

...I could get you something to eat in private.

[matchbreaker]

. . . I'm not a child.

[greenmamabear]

I didn't say you were. But you need to not starve.

[matchbreaker]

[ I mean, she is like an 88 pound waif of a woman. ]

Do I look like someone who'd starve?

[greenmamabear]

....Y-yes? Yes.

[matchbreaker]

[ UM??? She so much didn't expect that answer she blinks, surprised before... leaning out to flick Fern in the forehead. ]

[greenmamabear]

[Ow???

She blinks and just. Stares for a second.

Flicks back]

[matchbreaker]

[ Or at least tries?? Elda at least tries to swerve her hand around to catch the other's wrist before the finger connects. ]

[greenmamabear]

[and this is now happening]

...are we really still doing this?

[matchbreaker]

No one said you could touch me, Green.

[ But she will release the wrist? This time?? ]

[greenmamabear]

Then why do you keep touching me?

[matchbreaker]

Because I'm stronger than you, of course!

[greenmamabear]

Stronger doesn't mean better. That's literal evil villain talk.

[matchbreaker]

I didn't bring God into it.

[ . . . Because God is evil, I guess. ]

[greenmamabear]

[...unique view, but aight]

I'm just saying. You can't just hurt people because you're strong.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . is she serious-? No, of course she is. Elda actually laughs at that, first in shocked surprise, but then it turns into a dark mirth. ]

Oh no, you most certainly can. That's the way of it.

[greenmamabear]

Oh sweet christmas- Well, you shouldn't.

[matchbreaker]

That doesn't mean it won't happen.

[ Her tone and her expression drop, becoming a little more flat. ]

[greenmamabear]

I never said- [ugh]

Why do you have to make problems? Can't you just not attack people?

[matchbreaker]

I don't have any reason to be that cooperative or hold back with you lot. Really, if you call that an attack, then you've experienced less than I'd figured for a green woman.