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You have reached Festival, king of entertainers and entertainer of kings. I'm fairly certain this device will allow you to leave a message. Best of luck with that.


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[bestofall]

Lux--

[That's--alright. That's fine. He's...aware Chris has a sex life, and Lux is...Lux. And Chris has clearly not died from being split in twain, so that's...that's fine.

His tone is much more lighthearted after he has a second to bring it under control.]

I'm sure it will be much more at home among our motley, and I shan't turn it away from a loving home. Gracious as I know Lux to be.

[chrisisofaith]

[Theres some muffled sounds of a blanket being collected and paid for since it was most certainly coming home now.

When he’s back, there’s amusement mixed with a drop of concern in his voice. If two of his favorite people have an issue, he’d rather know about it.]

Oh, so you know each other? Didn’t have a fight with him I ought to know of, right?

[bestofall]

I--that is, he--

We've spoken once or twice. That's all.

[There's more to that story, which is why Festival immediately tries to pivot to a new topic.]

Were you going to be home for dinner tonight? I'm deciding what to make.

[chrisisofaith]

Festival.

[He’s a better liar than that, which means something in the truth really has him flustered.]

...you know I’ve no issue if you slept with him, right? I love him but he’s not mine no more’n I’m his. Frankly, I’m more surprised if someone hasn’t slept with him, I think.

[bestofall]

Chris. That's--very touching and reassuring, actually, but I was trying to change the topic. Very rude. You've no manners at all.

I'm thinking kielbasa. Then you'll have sausage either way tonight.

[chrisisofaith]

Frankly I've been told that; I'm a terrible noble by all counts.

That aside, I can't believe you just said that to me with as straight a face as I imagine you're making, so by principle I'll have to accept.

[bestofall]

I could turn on the camera and say it again if that would help you believe.

[chrisisofaith]

Don't push it, you...I've got embarrassment fodder on you now, I could use it.

[He wouldn't, though, because it wouldn't just make Festival embarrassed, it'd make him uncomfortable which wasn't at all fun.]

I'm heading home soon. You need anything to go with your sausage tonight?

[bestofall]

If you wouldn't mind picking up some fresh greens--whatever you'd like in a soup.

[That's really more for Chris's benefit than Festival's, but if he's going to keep a human he's going to make sure he eats what a human needs to eat.]

[chrisisofaith]

[There's a small pause on Chris' end, but he changes directions towards the store to get what they needed.]

...you don't like vegetables. Wish I could introduce you to the snow and fire yams, though, bet you'd get a kick from them, even still.

[bestofall]

I like some vegetables.

...I tolerate some vegetables. Possibly even snow and fire yams. But you shouldn't eat only meat.

[chrisisofaith]

I don't only eat meat! Mostly. Well...depends on the day.

[There's a smirk to his voice but then he continues. He'd intended to just let the call go until he got home, but talking to his partner while he shopped sounded nice.]

Snow yams grow on trees and taste like ice cream here does. Fire yams grow in the ground and taste like shite raw, but once roasted over open flame taste like nutty chocolate.

[bestofall]

I thought yams all grew in the ground. I take it they're cold like ice cream?

[chrisisofaith]

Honestly, hadn't thought much of it, it's kind've a cold climate. I guess so? A bit colder than your palm, at least. Gpt a few of their seeds back home, guess we'll see how that goes for us. Above ground-yams. Yam fruits, maybe?

[bestofall]

[Mock-reproachfully:]

Chris. Are you quite certain those are yams?

[chrisisofaith]

[His tone turns deadpan]

Yes, Fes, I asked them and everything. One of 'em was named Fredrick. Before I ate it.

[bestofall]

I wouldn't trust a yam calling itself Fredrick. It sounds like an alias.