The foyer of the Rosethorn Hotel is deserted. A crisp white letter addressed to "Mm. Iron" sits on the front desk. There are no other signs of life.
She lets out a little sigh-y smile.
"I haven't exactly gotten a chance yet for that, and what I had in mind was rather saucy, so I'm not sure I could continue this arrangement while eating myself..."
She hums consideringly.
"I can feed myself you know, I'm not two."
She laughs softly, and wiggles out from behind her.
"I just didn't want to ruin your fun, or some such thing."
She procures a handful of honey garlic chicken wings, sitting on the floor in lotus pose and eats it.
Morning-Glory gets the rest of her chicken nuggets and sits cross-legged with Iron and eats them.
"Nice," she says. "Kind of basic, but I think I wanted that."
"That can be pleasant, yes. Despite the way that the Rosethorn hotel tries to provide everything, it's not exactly a place specialized in dedicated culinary exploration - I'd guess it's more inclined to just make you otherwise comfortable. It's a bit of a shame but well..."
She shrugs, and procures herself a blue cheese dip and chows down on another few wings in silence.
Morning-glory is happy to sit in silence with her. She's still smiling despite herself.
She smiles back as she continues herself, and grabs the two of them drinks, handing on to her, and drinking down her own pop as she keeps on eating the wings - occasionally mixing in lemon pepper and plain wings with the honey garlic ones.
Morning-Glory is just fine with sweet and sour alone, thank you. Though the pop is appreciated. Sluuuuurrrrp.
She lets out a soft aaah as the taste hits her.
She mixes in some fries in to complete her meal alongside her wings.
December steals some of her fries.
She lets out a little snort at her cheekiness., but lets it pass without further comment.
Eventually, and regretfully, the meal is done. December stares into the bottom of her pop.
She laughs a little, and reaches her hand over to pet her head.
"You do realize that you can simply get more, including in that cup, December? Even if you are full, it's perfectly possible to increase your effective appetite and stomach capacity with standard options here as well."
"... it's not the food," says December. "It's that I should go soon but I don't want to."
She nods and hums quietly.
Then... She concentrates for a moment, and a simple fidget spinner materializes in her hands, which she passes to December.
"Take this - I know that this is hardly something that you could't get otherwise, but well..."
"You've been looking for simple pleasures, yes? This is a good one, I've found, and I hope that it being mine will mean something to you - there's... a faint trace of my soul, in it, that might bring you comfort, as well."
December goes and digs in the pocket of her suit, which has been neatly folded and left on the table in the center of the room.
"Here, I'll trade you." She offers a black pocket notebook to Iron. "I use these to write down ideas and thoughts, they're like my diaries. This one is blank, but..."
She takes it in her hand, and slips it into the pocket of her limp clothes.
"Thank you for the gift."
She hums softly, and lies back on the floor, nibbling at the last remnants of the food.
"... I guess I'll take my leave, then."
She does a small nod.
"See you soon."
Morning-glory drapes her clothes over her arm and walks off, presumably back to her room.
She lets out a small slow sigh as she leaves, letting herself rest flopped back on the floor.
She can't really help the thought that comes to mind - Well that was tiresome.
She takes a deep breath in...
And out, closing her eyes to think.
And the fact that she felt herself falling in love with her didn't... really change that, she thought?
She shook her head slightly.
She wasn't exactly sure what it meant for her to give her a notepad like that, either - it more felt like she was reaching to do something, rather then something considered and well...
She realized it was supposed to be personal, but she wasn't sure if she had really...
Listened, when she talked about how she liked her product experiences.
She was sure that she could rig up something to automatically record some verbal thought feed or dictation, especially here, but was it really worth it for the pretence, if that's even what it was...?
She really didn't know.
After a few minutes, she drags herself up to check out if there's any more recommendations, or perhaps to see if she can do something a bit more comfortable then tending to someone so new to all this - perhaps something to do with playing with the fashion, here, or just someone to talk to...?
Her phone rings.
She perks up a little, and answers.
"Iron here. Who's calling?"
"Hannah. You don't know me, I just happened to see you at the tabletop get-togethet and thought you looked hot. My game just finished, would you be interested in hooking up?"