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[student_of_impossibility]

Tavi is happy today.

Heck, there's practically a spring in his step, and while he isn't actually whistling, he might as well be. He had a good evening, one he hadn't originally planned to have. Spontaneity, he has decided, can do him a world of good, and he'll need it before the morning.

That will be unpleasant. And it's only the first of the rest of his life, too.

But for now, things are good, and while dinner was better than most he's had in a while, it's still a little scant. After all, he's barely out of a war.

This is Tavi heading--uncharacteristically--for the couches by the fireplace, and he has spiced cider and a warm blackberry pie. A full pie, not a slice.

He might need help finishing that.

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[street_sparrow]

"That's a lot of pie." Greetings, who needs them first. "Hello, Tavi."

[student_of_impossibility]

Tavi's had enough of social pleasantries for the day, frankly. "Had dinner," he says cheerfully, "but it's hardly like there's dessert right now."

Or for a while, really--not least because Tavi flat out refuses to treat himself any more special than his people.

[street_sparrow]

"Fair enough", he says with a grin. "How are things going at home?"

[student_of_impossibility]

"Incredibly slow in time moving, compared to here." Tavi grimaces. "And disproportionately full of meetings, considering we're still in battle clean-up."

While the frequency will start going down with time, it is still just the start.

[street_sparrow]

"The battles themselves are over, then? Finally?"

[student_of_impossibility]

"It's barely been two days." Tavi wonders why, any time he's here--but he really doesn't mind. It breaks things up, and he didn't get many chances during the last year.

"There will be more. And something like skirmishes." With a sigh, he takes another bite of pie and waves at the chair nearby. "What about you?"

[street_sparrow]

"Mmf." He sits. "Progress, very very slow progress, at home. I'm thinking of trying to get in to see the Golden."

[heatherandsteel]

Tavi's pie smells lovely and Quentin looks up when he goes by as that's a delicious looking pie.

He debates with himself before walking over with his hot chocolate and sits down, his disguise is down so he has pointed ears and copper streaks in his hair, "What's the occasion?"

[student_of_impossibility]

Even here in Milliways, Tavi doesn't see that often. It's interesting, but he doesn't really show any surprise or reaction to the lack of illusion.

"Just dinner, really," he admits. "And an enjoyable one--but no dessert." More elaborate meals are a whim, one he doesn't indulge in too often (except when attempting courtship of his girlfriend). He's just had a long day.

[heatherandsteel]

"I'll have to remember that when I'm really hungry, it might even work on some people I know,"

Not all of them but he bet that Raj would find it funny. Its a nicer thought than everything else that's going on.

[student_of_impossibility]

Pie is also one of Tavi's refuges when he's in Milliways and needs some comfort food. Even now, after his mood is several levels higher than it has been, there's a hint of that.

But mostly it's whim.

He waves at the pie. "Have a piece. I really shouldn't be trying to wolf down all of it myself. Work on them how, divert irritability?"

[heatherandsteel]

"Distract them from how much I'm eating since it looks like I'm going to share. I'd appreciate that,"

He looks for a rat to get a fork and a plate.

[student_of_impossibility]

Well, that's interesting--and, as Tavi thinks about it, more than a little amusing. It sounds like the kind of thing Max would do. "I've always thought distraction of that kind goes in the other direction," he notes dryly.

He also looks around and, being rather taller and broader than Quentin is slightly more successful at flagging down a rat.

[forgottenmotley]

Mmm... pie.

It's not apple pie, but it is unattended somewhat. Which is why the Fool is slowly trying to sneak off with it.

[student_of_impossibility]

"You can start with a slice." Don't think Tavi hasn't noticed. "I earned that dessert."

And he will have as much of it as he bloody well pleases.

[forgottenmotley]

"A slice?" he says. Well... if that's how he wants to do it, the Fool gets up and wanders off for a moment. He returns a pie spatula and a plate. Very carefully he cuts a very huge slice of pie for himself, leaving only two little side slices. The huge slice he puts on his plate and smiles.

[student_of_impossibility]

Tavi has a book. He doesn't actually look up. Nor is he really going to react. He's been sharing with people for a while by now. And he can get more if he wants to.

So he just turns a page and reaches for one of the slices. He's dealt with far more irritating than this, and will have even worse. No use spending the energy on the Fool's particular brand of rules-lawyering or attempting to push buttons. Tavi has learned enough about how the Fool mocks to know what not to snap at.

[forgottenmotley]

Happy with his massive slice of pie, reaction gotten or not, the Fool sits on the chair next to him and watches him curiously as he eats.

"What are you reading?"

[student_of_impossibility]

"One of my ancestors dabbled in writing history." He turns another page. 'One of his ancestors' being the final Gaius Primus, seven generations before Tavi. "Anything contemporary is utterly skewed, of course," because First Lords and politics, "but he had a few interesting pieces about the late pre-Imperial era."

[a1enzo]

"Dude. You actually look chipper."

[student_of_impossibility]

Tavi looks up with a smile. "It won't last," he says dryly. "So I figured I'd get dessert in while it did."

[a1enzo]

"That's almost a relief. It'd be kind of disconcerting on you all the time."

He might think he was having Daemon flashbacks.

[student_of_impossibility]

For a moment Tavi looks almost baffled. "My mood isn't usually that bad, is it?"

He's not entirely taking into account that the Bar often sees him at times of extreme stress--like treason trials, apocalyptic wars. The usual.

[a1enzo]

"No," given the usual circumstances, "but you're not exactly perky, that's all."

[student_of_impossibility]

"I'll grant you that," he admits after a moment. "But like I said, it won't last."

In fact, it's likely to dissipate the moment he gets back to Alera and goes back to cleaning up the apocalypse. So for now, pie.