Elisa-garg's reality. Castle Wyvern. Smells like Christmas.

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It has been a busy night at Castle Wyvern. Much discussing has happened in the dining room, and no one really noticed the quiet little busyness that passed to and fro during the meeting, asking about words on the cookbook pages that she held.

But now the meeting has broken up, patrols have set out, the television jabbers comfortably.

And the kitchen smells really good.

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Which she can have, yes she can!

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Icy sighs and lays her head back against his shoulder. Food is forgotten, the only thing in her mind now is feeling happy and safe and warm and like she'll squeal hysterically if she tries to say anything.

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"Hey, who made pie? I can smell it all the way in the living roo... Holy cow!"

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And here we have the squeal as a small blue girl hides her face and blushes frightfully... but without letting go of Lex.

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"B-b-b-Broadway!" Lex babbles. "This..."

He stops short, the excuse "this isn't what it looks like" dying in his throat because, well, that would be a lie since it is what it looks like.

Broadway holds up his hands. "Hey, Bro, it's cool."

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"W... we d...d...did," comes the small reply, Icy's breath brushing Lex's shoulder as she speaks without lifting her head.

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"So, this make you two an item or what?"

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Long silence, and then Icy steels herself to lift her head and look quizzically at Lex.

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Lex works up the courage to speak. "I guess it does."

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"Guess?" Her brow ridges raise uncertainly.

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"I mean, yeah, it does."