all that glitters is gold [AFTERPARTY]

[sixfingeredstan]

[It's been a very long, and very upsetting morning, and honestly, Ford is feeling goddamn drained. All the events of the day have hit him like a ton of bricks. And as much as he wants nothing more than to sleep for about a week...well. There's work to do.

After talking it over with Fiddleford, his first mission is hitting the kitchen and scraping together all the eggs, potatoes, and onions he can find. It takes him a good few hours, but eventually he's got five big casserole dishes full of kugel, steaming hot, fresh out of the oven. He stacks up a big pile of plates, forks, and serving utensils and carries it all into the lounge in trips.

Next is the business of the still. Between the two of them, the two Fords manage to get it into the lounge and set it up on a table where it's easy to access. Ford also pilfers a big glass jug of apple juice for the kids and puts it nearby. All the adults are free to partake of a cup of Fiddleford's sugar shine. They'll be needing it, tonight.

Lastly, are the notes. Ford writes them all out in his neat, block lettering, and slips one under each door—pausing at the doors of the deceased with a sad frown each time.

The lounge is quiet while they wait for everyone to arrive, save for the sounds of banjo music....

Comments

[sixfingeredstan]

Uh—

[Ford pulls back, and furrows his brow.]

It's a display of affection. I think that's what the correct thing to do is, when. Well.

[Ford shrugs his shoulders.] When someone's like family to you.

[chainbroke]

O-oh.

[ Oh. Oh, gosh. Naminé's stunned, but that doesn't last long. She looks happy. ]

I think of you as family, too. I just wasn't certain if you thought so, so I didn't say anything.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Seeing that happy look on Naminé's face makes Ford's grumpy old heart feel warm.]

Well—good. I'm very glad to hear it.

[Ford wraps an arm around her and pulls her in for a quick squeeze.]

I'm going to make sure you get out of here safe.

[chainbroke]

[ Naminé hugs him back, squeezing tight for just a moment longer. ]

We both will. All of us will... won't we?

i love dying and being dead

[sixfingeredstan]

We will. Absolutely.

[And he knows he shouldn't promise that. He knows he has no way of keeping his promise. But he has to at least try.]