[In the morning, when Maui came back in from his patrol, Lefou slipped out after getting in a couple hours of cuddling. He went to room 116 and took about twenty of the gold coins from the large sack of them that he'd gotten out of the slot machine, wrapping them in a piece of cloth and holding them in two neat stacks of ten as he carefully approached the attic. Before going in, he held out the bundle before him and called out.]
If you can hear me, I want to... Um. I brought an offering to. Thank you for not coming out of there or attacking anyone else. I'm going to just...leave it here, I guess. If- if you would be willing to talk to us - just talk, um, no attacking - then... then when you take it, please leave something so that I know that you can hear me. Okay thank you enjoy have a good day!
[He left the coins in a pile just across the threshold to the attic, and ran back downstairs, heart pounding with nerves, without waiting for a response.
Once downstairs, he manically set about to cooking breakfast, returning to the classic fruit fritters that he'd made so many weeks ago, peach slices, apple slices, and strawberry slices all being gently battered and fried. He also fried bacon halfway, cut it up into tiny slices while he was cooking sliced potatoes in the fat from the bacon, and then put the bacon back in to cook the rest of the way. He fried up thick slices of ham, deglazed the pan with red cooking wine, and then sauteed some vegetables in the savory deliciousness that remained. All in all, the spread laid out (along with two full loaves of bread, sliced with jam next to it, and a full pot of coffee in the coffee maker) was enough to feed an army.
After taking his partner a huge helping of breakfast in bed, Lefou went to the lounge, poring over the cookbook that he'd been using to practice reading, taking a pen and carefully tracing the letters as he sounded them out.
In the early evening, he made a quick stop in the attic to check on the gift that he'd left before, to see if the coins were gone and if anything was left in their place.
Then he stayed in the foyer for a while, dancing along to some of the songs from the profiles.]
Mods? Maybe?
If you can hear me, I want to... Um. I brought an offering to. Thank you for not coming out of there or attacking anyone else. I'm going to just...leave it here, I guess. If- if you would be willing to talk to us - just talk, um, no attacking - then... then when you take it, please leave something so that I know that you can hear me. Okay thank you enjoy have a good day!
[He left the coins in a pile just across the threshold to the attic, and ran back downstairs, heart pounding with nerves, without waiting for a response.
Once downstairs, he manically set about to cooking breakfast, returning to the classic fruit fritters that he'd made so many weeks ago, peach slices, apple slices, and strawberry slices all being gently battered and fried. He also fried bacon halfway, cut it up into tiny slices while he was cooking sliced potatoes in the fat from the bacon, and then put the bacon back in to cook the rest of the way. He fried up thick slices of ham, deglazed the pan with red cooking wine, and then sauteed some vegetables in the savory deliciousness that remained. All in all, the spread laid out (along with two full loaves of bread, sliced with jam next to it, and a full pot of coffee in the coffee maker) was enough to feed an army.
After taking his partner a huge helping of breakfast in bed, Lefou went to the lounge, poring over the cookbook that he'd been using to practice reading, taking a pen and carefully tracing the letters as he sounded them out.
In the early evening, he made a quick stop in the attic to check on the gift that he'd left before, to see if the coins were gone and if anything was left in their place.
Then he stayed in the foyer for a while, dancing along to some of the songs from the profiles.]