Comfort Food

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Characters: Cissnei, Reno, Tseng
Progress: In Progress
Summary: Reno and Tseng get back to Turks HQ in Lindblum and arrive to quite a tasty surprise
Location: Turks HQ, Lindblum
Date: December 6th, 1804
Warnings: Fluff, will be added as necessary


Some hours earlier, Reno had request of Cissnei to get a hold of food similar to that of Wutai's food. Cissnei had searched the local areas for anything similar but to no avail. So what did she do? Pulled a lot of strings and paid several pretty pennies to get food airlifted to Lindblum from Wutai. She haggled and bargained more than she would care to admit to get a cheaper price, but she was proud that she was able to get it all worked out. That's what training as a Turk was: making things work no matter the situation.

Cissnei had laid out all the food, except dessert of course, in a very organized, very precise manner, of course. She kept shoving bowls a centimeter this way, plates a millimeter that way, always unsatisfied with the arrangement. In the end, she gave up, knowing that the boys probably wouldn't even notice. She was well aware, however, that they would notice the bottle of whiskey she set dead center on the table. All she could do now was wait for them to arrive.

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He had to admit to feeling better when the airship landed. Still raw, but manageable now. Capable of being easily slipped behind his typical mask without threats of said mask cracking at the edges.

Thanks to Tseng. And the time spent away from the rest of the world, just focusing on the betrayal he felt, the guilt and the anger.

But he was better now, evidenced by the call of "Honey, we're HOME!" as he cracked the door to the manor open and headed for the dining room - making sure that Tseng was no more than a few steps behind him. "She said she wanted to see us when she called earlier..." he insisted with a frown, heading toward the dining room.

But even Reno was surprised at the spread in front of them when he entered. Alcohol, and real food from Wutai. Not some improvised dish, but the real thing. Noodles, soups, carefully prepared vegetables in sauces that smelled so good that even from a distance, Reno's stomach was demanding attention. And of course, the whiskey had NOT gone unnoticed.

And there was Cissnei, too. "Oh, you're a doll, Ciss..." he breathed, then glanced to Tseng to see what his reaction would be.