Adjunctive: Bedding In

[rekindledtitan]

It’s been a couple days since Steve ran into the representatives (and proprietors) of Lucina Envirotech at the fair. He hasn’t heard much since then aside from Gil texting him with a friendly ‘thanks again for your help, it was nice meeting you’. And with the excitement of the fair over, their scenic little town has settled back into its quiet routine. No word on how the would-be tech entrepreneurs are getting on with proselytising to the old farmhands of Robinwood. But he is going to get a message about mid-morning then, while the sun is shining in through the windows.

Hi, Steve. Bryn and I are planning to get some lunch at the Bluebird Grill. Would you like to join us?

And immediately after:

No pressure if you can’t make it or you don’t want to. It’s just if you were in town and felt like it.

(And then nothing, because Bryn has intervened and taken his phone away.)

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[juststeverogers]

Steve's managed to pick up a fair few baskets of fruit and vegetable on offer at the fair while he was out. But he lives alone and produce spoils quickly. Steve's frozen much of the fruit to use later, but a few stir fries later most of the vegetable is used up and the rest is starting to look a little wilty. He's not too keen on Just having a salad for lunch and is futzing about the kitchen when his phone goes off.

His brow raises a little to see Gil's name at the head of the message.

Sure. What time? Best fling himself through a shower Now real quick so he's got a better chance at not making them have to wait up for him. He nearly trips on some newspaper still set out while one of his
art projects dries but manages to catch himself. When was the last time he did laundry?

There's something clean in here, surely.

It'll take me about fifteen minutes to drive into town but I can leave whenever. He finally adds to his original text once he's pulled on a fresh set of clothes.