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[iustaegis]

[ She wants to talk about this! But she doesn’t want to ruin wonderful breakfast pie with a sour topic, not if he doesn’t want to. ]

And you... don’t remember your dreams all that often, do you? Perhaps next time you’ll wake up with the a new talent— like playing a new instrument.

[carbungle]

That one sounds like it'd be more frustrating than good. We don't have instruments lying around.

[Unless it was drums. You can use pretty much anything for drums.

And he's... tentative? It's an innocuous enough subject, just with a vaguely discomforting undertone. Like he's got some upload link of historical data and skills from years past. That's... the potential for messy is strong for that concept.]

[iustaegis]

[ She continues to tread carefully around the subject. ]

...Oh, that reminds me. [ Forgetting her manners, she waves her fork at him. ] I've still yet to hear you play piano.

[ Because, he did mention it one time that he does play! Ignis plays the same instrument, too, she recalls. Perhaps they could even pick up playing together again, if they have the chance. ]

[carbungle]

Oh, right. I forgot about that.

[His sheepish expression kind of implies that he'd hoped she would forget, too.]

Is there even a piano somewhere in town?

[iustaegis]

[ ...That expression, though. Her brow raises. ]

I'm guessing it's been a very long while. Are you worried about picking it up again?

[carbungle]

Kinda, yeah. It's been years, and even when I played it's not like music was ever a focus for me.

[He lifts his hand, flexing his fingers a few times.]

I started playing with Luna, and for a while I kept it up for physio. One more angle in getting mobility back, back practice for sitting up straight... that sort of thing. Once I got into real training, and I didn't know when I'd see Luna again, it was more of a waste of time.

[iustaegis]

[ Ah. ]

Would you want to try playing again? [ Although she wouldn't mind hearing him play, she wouldn't want to push a suggested new hobby to him if he truly isn't interested.

And besides, even video games can technically increase one's dexterity and hand-eye coordination with gaining mobility, too.

However. Luna is here. And so is Ignis. ]

[carbungle]

Hm.

[Does he want to... a fair question, and not really one he's considered much even since the subject was brought up months before.]

I'm kinda ambivalent? It's not a passion or anything, but I don't hate it. If you really want to hear me play, it's no big deal to give it a try.

[She's interested enough to ask more than once, so... even if it's a little embarrassing, should he fumble through it, he's willing to try it to show her.]

Just once, though. And no audience!

[iustaegis]

[ Interested? Bingo. She lights up, quickly asking-- ]

--What about recording you?

[ She'll treasure it forever....! ]

[carbungle]

[.....hrngh....]

If you promise not to show anybody. And if it's too embarrassing I get to delete it.

[iustaegis]

[ Immediately, responding in order: ] I promise! And no!

[ Oops she probably meant to say 'yes' as in, yes you can delete it, but in such an excited state... the truth slips out. ]

[carbungle]

[HOW SUSPICIOUS.]

....Nope. No deal.

[iustaegis]

[ She's already clapped a hand over her mouth at her impromptu outburst, but at his refusal, that hand lowers, and she promptly backpedals. ]

--Ah, wait... no, I mean, yes! I'll delete it!

[carbungle]

[He lifts both hands, forming two fingers into an X.]

There will be no recording devices allowed at tonight's performance.

[iustaegis]

[ She pouts, although at this point she's exaggerating a bit. ]

Ooh, no fair.

[carbungle]

I think you'll live. Just cherish the memory forever in your heart.

[He's trying (and failing) not to smirk over his victory.]

[iustaegis]

[ And should he ever vanish from this world before she does? That's just what she'll have to do. Softly, ]

You know I will.

[ Maybe they can recreate the memory within Elysium. That's a way around it--...

More playfully, ] Buuut, I know you're open to bribes.

What about a cake?

[carbungle]

A cake for a recording of me playing the piano?

[It's... not a no.]

[iustaegis]

[ She nods, not intending to leave a bribe at just any cake. ] Three layers. Angel white, a glossy, mirror chocolate pour for the icing... and with a fluffy, chocolate-raspberry mousse filling in between.

[ She eyes him expectantly. Well?? Does she have a deal? ]

[carbungle]

[....

Oh no.

Oh no, that actually sounds really good.]

You want to record it that badly?

[iustaegis]

I do.

[ ...Truthfully, it doesn't even need to be him playing piano. It could be anything. But one of her regrets with Somnus is that she has, perhaps, maybe three photos of him at most. While that ache has faded, she doesn't wish to relive that regret with Noctis, should he vanish before her. ]

I'll even add a spun sugar design of carbuncle on top.

[carbungle]

[Ugh...

Damn him for being so predictably and easily bribed. He really wants this cake now.]

...Fine... but the first condition still applies! And this is still assuming we can even find a piano.

[iustaegis]

[ If a piano doesn't exist, she'll commission one. Or make one herself! Suddenly, making one is ticked higher on her to-do list than a flying car. ]

Deal.

[ Aaaand she's taking the last bite of her breakfast. It's extra-satisfying. ]

I look forward to the concert.

[carbungle]

Okay, but don't blame me if it doesn't live up to expectations.

[He can't even be mad. He's happy she's treating herself, even if it's a little unorthodox.

He pokes at his own plate, scooping up the last of the fruit. Weird as it is... overall, not bad for a mystery meal. He should save a piece for Ignis, maybe someone can figure out how to recreate it. Though that would mean explaining himself... hrngh...]

[iustaegis]

[ Rising from her seat, she takes her plate to bring to the sink. The rest of the meal remains within its pan upon the countertop, and her gaze lingers on it before she begins to clean. ]

Mm, Noct?

Are you doing anything for the rest of the morning?

[ If not, perhaps... they might sit together outside and talk about this. ]