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[lizardtits]

It was a hell of a day.

The ladies had a grand adventure chasing down Oscar and accidentally zombies, and the guys nearly got murdered by an eldritch horror. Again.

So now the dudes have to rest because going to the super-dangerous mines when tired is a terrible idea.

They've got a day or two to kill, so this is for what happens while the guys (mostly Malcer because holy fuck dude) are recovering.

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[thewinemom]

And in another plane of existence, the ghosts of eighteen cupcakes tremble in unison.

"One regular brownie it is, then!" Nin brings over one boring brownie for Naeris, and a second, also boring brownie for herself. She offers the sweet to her friend, and once the other elf has taken it, Nin sits down on the couch next to her.

"I guess I'll have to make another batch soon." She'd made the non-psychedelic brownies for Gorudak, but as he's currently unconscious and seems as though he may be for a while, the normal brownies are disappearing as fast as the fun ones. "I've never used an oven as nice as the one in this place." She may be admitting that a little grudgingly, because she's not overly fond of...well, basically every aspect of civilization, but some things have grown on her.

Mostly the kitchens.

[snackattacks]

Hey, they died noble deaths. On a dare.

Naeris grins when she receives the brownie and holds it up to gently tap it against Nin's. A silent 'cheers!' passes her lips before she glances up at her fellow elf's face, careful to listen to every word she says.

"Have you tried making anything else, yet? Your brownies are already super good. I bet you can make a bunch of other things!"

[thewinemom]

Nin returns the brownie toast with a warm smile. "Not yet. Funky gave me the brownie recipe so I figured I might as well try it. They did come out pretty good, huh?" Even the boring ones. Or maybe even especially the boring ones. Weed is fun, but sometimes it's nice to just have a sweet.

"The oven at home is a lot more basic than the one here...Navarra did teach me how to bake, but when I was younger I always preferred to be out of doors, and baking always seemed to take so long so I never wanted to do it very often."

Honestly, she still prefers to be out of doors, but if she goes outside here she's in the middle of a city, which is. Not great. And now that she's a little older, baking doesn't seem to take as long as she remembered, so there is that as well.

[snackattacks]

Maybe it was because of her own family-centric upbringing, but Naeris always perked up at least a little whenever someone in the party brought up their relatives. There's always something to be learned in those conversations, whether it's about said person's background or little hints of what kind of environment sculpted them into the person they are today.

So, she perks up even more, takes a bite of her brownie, chews it thoughtfully, and then asks the real hard-hitting questions.

"Did Navarra also teach you how to appreciate the outdoors? Oh, oh! Did you have swamp picnics with her?"

[thewinemom]

Nin smiles when Naeris perks up and starts asking questions about her mother. That's the sweet and cheerful Naeris she's come to know.

"Well, she's the druid who taught me how to druid, so I suppose you could say she passed on her love of the natural world to me." Then she makes a face, and laughs. "Swamp picnics were not, and probably never will be, a thing, though. The ground is just a little too soggy, even with a blanket. We almost always ate our meals outdoors, though." Her smile fades from one of amusement at the idea of a swamp picnic to one of warm nostalgia. "There's a small permanent community in Murkwater, and they live in and on a cluster of mangrove trees deep in the swamp. The trees go on for miles, and are hundreds of feet tall, and their great boughs tangle together where they meet in the sky, and shelter those living under them. Almost everything is done on the platforms built near those branches, including eating. Not exactly a picnic, but maybe close."

[snackattacks]

"That's amazing!"

Just imagining sitting up high enough to see every little thing going on below is dizzying, but the very idea of sharing that experience with friends and family--every day, no less!--is enough to offset any uneasiness. But that still begs one very important question.

"Wait--has anyone ever fallen off?"