WHERE Their room at the Magic Tower WHEN June 24th, early evening. WHAT Yasha has a wish go weird. Beau turns it around. STATUS Complete! WARNINGS Not really any, outside of good Xhorhassian wine being turned into box wine.
Going back to Caleb’s tower was familiar, but usually the Mighty Nein were all together and it was still a slight adjustment to treat it like a house to return to. But Caleb had just recently finished up their rooms, so they didn’t have to camp together under Caduceus’ tree for another night. They’d gotten a tour of it this morning, and after some time spent together, had gone about doing their own daily errands.
Those errands had brought Yasha to a local grocer, where she’d lovingly picked out a market basket full of things to prepare and make, to learn from, to cook. It wasn’t an overly familiar concept, that one, but she was determined and stubborn.
She took her wares back with the intention of using them. It had been a request of hers - a gentle one that he had laughingly agreed to - that their new rooms have a tiny kitchen. She knew there were the cats that would prepare them anything they wanted, but that felt like cheating, in a way.
Right now it felt like the correct choice, however, as Yasha stood over the stove, sweat beading down her forehead, stress vein beginning to thrum at her temple.
“Ooooh, I wish you were easy.”
Pop. The chicken in front of her disappeared and in its place sat a plastic wrapped frozen burrito.
“What--” Pop. Gone was the boiling water filled with pasta, replaced with a plastic container labeled easy mac. “Hey! Come back here!”
Pop. Her asparagus turned into a pack of curly, dried noodles. “Son of a--”
With Yasha here now, Beau was feeling a lot less stressed about this place. The idea of living in the tower full-time was a little weird, sure, but they’d suffered a lot worse. All the nights spent piled up inside Caleb’s dome came to mind. Not that she especially minded that either. She liked being close to other warm bodies, people she trusted. She liked having a special room designed just for her and Yasha more though. She’d asked Caleb for a little workout corner and a reading nook and left the rest up to him.
The kitchen had surprised her a little – even though they’d talked about Yasha exploring her housewife interests. Beau sat sprawled over the chair in her reading nook now but a book lay forgotten on her knee because she was watching Yasha move around the kitchen the whole time.
“Come back here?” She asked, amused and bewildered. “Are you fighting the food?” She set her book aside to wander off with a lazy swagger. She expected to find a mess, not a weird collection of items that hadn’t been there previously. “Uhhhhhhhh…..what the fuck.”
“I don’t know!” Yasha’s answer sounded a little wild and chaotic as she threw it over her shoulder in Beau’s direction. One by one, each item of food, from the chicken to the pasta to the vegetables to the oil, were all turned into… frozen, boxed things. At this point she turned her focused glare onto them, as if they were the enemy. But as always, Yasha’s voice sounded a little gentle even as she chastised. “I wasn’t doing that bad, I just wanted a little help. Not--”
She held up what was once a block of cheese, now a can of … cheese spray? to Beau. “Not whatever this is! What is this?”
"Okay, okay!" Beau lifted her hands placatingly. Now maybe wasn't the time, but she couldn't help but be charmed by Yasha. "Easy, babe. We'll figure this...out…" She took the strange can and examined it for a moment, tipping it up side down, this way and that, before finally reading the side. "For best results, remove cap--"
As she removed the cap, Beau squeezed a little hard on the nozzle and orange goo shot up into her face.
"Oh! Well fuck." With one eye clamped shut, she licked out at the corner of her mouth with the kind of stupid bravery she knew only paid off half the time. Luckily, this was one of those times. "Hey, not bad. Little...uh...rubbery? I've had worse."
Yasha jumped at the spray, and just as she was reaching for her sword - out of habit, not because she actually thought her giant sword would be any help against a tiny bottle filled with rubbery cheese. And it was too far to leap, anyway, leaning against it’s spot by the door.
So that left her just staring at Beau, and then eventually laughing, quietly. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen your eyes get that wide before.” Yasha reached out to wipe away another uh-- rope of cheese from her girlfriend’s face, and brought it to her mouth to lick. She had never been one to shy away from trying foods, even if all of these things were annoying.
And her own pleasantly surprised smile blossomed. “That is pretty good. It might be good on bread. Or with an apple.”
"Hey, it surprised me. I usually see things coming at my face!" Beau grinned at Yasha's laugh. She'd never get tired of that sound. The expression grew a little lecherous with Yasha licking her finger though. Even if Beau's eyes were still soft. She looked around the kitchen for bread or an apple but everything seemed to be weird collections of things she could only guess at.
She picked up the frozen burrito and tried to bite into it for testing purposes. The plastic crinkled and her teeth were instantly cold. She banged the burrito against the countertop in childish revenge. "Don't think cheese is saving this one, whatever it is. Maybe we should just see if the liquor is still intact."
“I don’t--” Yasha couldn’t save Beau from herself in time, and only winced when her girlfriend bit into the frozen chunk. “- think you’re supposed to eat it like that.” Not that she knew much better, most of this stuff was a complete mystery to her. Which was decidedly the opposite of helpful, as far as everything went.
But alcohol? Surely the liquor would be fine, as there wasn’t much you could do to change wine. Right? It had been a gift from Essek, put on the side of the counter for the pair to drink. There was ale, as well, but when Yasha looked to the wine, a box sat in its place on the countertop. “Uh--” She reached over to tilt it, and felt the liquid inside slosh around. “Why is it in a box? Surely that-- won’t it leak out?” Yasha looked more than a little deflated when she glanced back at Beau. “We may just have to rely on the cats tonight.”
"Okay, okay. I...holy shit. I watched that bottle actually change into that box." Beau looked far from miffed about it. It was something wild and new and that excited her as much as the quiet wine snob in her wanted to turn up its nose at boxed wine. She crossed over to the box and felt around all its edges. "Feels like a box too, not like a wine bottle pretending to be a box."
Snorting a laugh, she collected two wine glasses from the cabinet of the little kitchen and fiddled with the box until wine came out. There was some juggling but she managed to fill box glasses. She gave a little bow as she held one out to Yasha.
"Listen, we can get the cats, or we can go out. Or...I hear we can even order food delivered which feels crazy fucking lavish and I am into it, not gonna lie." Taking a sip, she wrinkled her nose ever so slightly and then drank half the glass in one swoop. If it went down fast, she'd forget what it tasted like anyway. She dug around in her pocket. "I uh...I only have a little of that weird money left though, just saying."
Yasha stared lovingly at Beau as the wine was figured out, flushing at her thoughts as they ranged from innocently adorable, to her eyes drifting down to stare at Beau’s fantastic ass. It was where she was looking when the wine was drawn and accomplished and handed to her, but she didn’t look apologetic as she turned her little smile up to the monk.
“I’ve been using gold,” she answered with a little shrug. She was likely overpaying, but Yasha wasn’t a heavy shopper in the first place, so money had never really been an issue. She glanced over to the living room, with it’s comfy looking couch and piles of mis-matched pillows. “We could take that whole box of wine and sit in the living room with--” There was a box of crackers on the counter next to them, Yasha grabbed it with her free hand. “Crackers? And uh, rubber cheese?” She looked a little sheepish even asking that. “I know it’s not lavish or romantic, but..”
"Shut. Up.," Beau responded fondly. "That is romantic as shit." In all fairness, she was really easy when it came to Yasha and her soft, sweet voice and beautiful, broad shoulders and--okay it was a long list. Beau snagged up the box of wine by its handle which, hey, not a bad design really. Maybe if the contents were a little better, this box thing would be a step up. She lifted it up to her shoulder and drank from her glass with the other hand.
"Maybe we can take this feast outside. It's a nice day." She'd never cared one way or the other about nature. But Yasha's love for flowers had wedged behind her ribs and stuck. Now, any opportunity to get her girlfriend a chance to find more was a good one in her book. "We can lay in the grass and leave all the cracker crumbs for the birds instead of Caleb's cats?"
With Beau’s hands all tied up - though not literally, but that could change later - Yasha used the opportunity to slide into her girlfriend’s personal space. Putting the winebox on her shoulder had been a good move, a sexy move, that put the monk’s muscles even more on display, and Yasha smiled down at Beau as she leaned in for a gentle, soft, kiss.
Before reaching over to pull the little lever to refill her wine glass from it’s vantage point. “That’s handy,” she murmured happily, “I like that idea. You have good ideas.” She leaned in for another quick kiss before backing up so she could grab the canister of rubber cheese to go with the crackers in her hand. The only downside was that it left neither of them with free hands to touch, but Yasha could make up for it with heated looks. “You first? I like the view.”
Beau visibly melted under the attention, a little sound punched out of her. It meant juggling the wine box as it started to slide off her shoulder but she righted herself in time to lean into the second kiss. She chuckled sheepishly. Fuck, she sounded like a dork. There wasn't really any getting around that but she straightened up and put her arm muscles on display anyway.
"Just following your romantic lead, babe," she smirked and started for the door. "I know your dinner plans got derailed by this dumb magic, but maybe there'll be a nice sunset and we can make some magic of our own." She waggled her eyebrows for emphasis and then promptly bumped into the door. "Fuck." Laughing, she downed the last of her wine and set her glass to the side so she could open the door and step through. "Pretend that didn't happen. We're off to romance!"
Yasha being as charmed as ever by Beau was definitely not diminished at all with the door bumping. If anything, it made her smile a little deeper, blush a little harder. But didn’t laugh, as Beau had made a request and Yasha wasn’t about to deny it. There was very little she denied Beauregard, especially as of late.
She snagged Beau’s glass with dexterous fingers and followed as close as she could get away with. “I didn’t see anything, I was too focused on romance.” And Beau’s ass and muscles, which provided a lovely distracting view as they left their room. “Thinking you have the best ideas, of course.” Her lecherous stare held a twinkle within it, “and wondering if your magic hands can be put to good use.”