[ is everything okay? how can anything be okay when divinity sinks back into your bones? when there is a weight on your chest and you feel as though you're drowning? ]
Everything is fine, I'm sorry for worrying you my dear bard. I have simply fallen ill with a cold.
[ maybe he won't believe her, but she will keep up the front until it breaks. ]
[He knows a dodge when he sees one. However, he won't call her out on it.]
Awww, I'm so sorry to hear that, Furina! That always sucks.
Oh, I know! I can stop by with some soup for you. There's this old chicken soup recipe that never failed to make me feel a bit better when I was down or feeling a bit sniffly.
[How unfortunate for her that Venti is nothing if not determined. See the feral people he's bullying into becoming socialized.]
I don't HAVE to, sure, but I want to. For one thing, you're my friend. For another, sometimes it's okay to let someone take care of you for a little bit while you're down.
Would you like me to visit you properly for a couple minutes or do you want me to just drop it off with your... housemates? I can't get sick anymore, so no concerns there!
[Although, now that Venti thinks about it, it would be really funny to see a wind sprite with a cold. Even if he'd suffer for that.]
[ curses!! it is obvious that she cannot simply wave him away, and in truth she is just so tired. what did clorinde say to her again? something about it being alright to lean on those around you? especially those you trust and care for? ]
You are too kind, Venti.
If you are so determined I can't really say no, can I? [ well she could but that may not exactly go as she expects. ] Well Neuvillette is at work and Wriothelesy is out... so if you truly want to deliver this soup to me now would be an alright time.
[Venti doesn't take long to head over. He's wearing a comfy sweater with cute leggings, hair barrettes instead of a hat this time, and his magical purse of holding. At least the bard isn't a heathen and will actually ring the doorbell like a normal person. He waits patiently at the door, humming softly with good cheer.]
[ her fate is sealed, there is no escaping it. she pulls herself out of bed, fixes her hair, and even gets dressed before she hears the doorbell ring. he was right, it didn't take long at all, just enough to make herself a little more presentable than she has been the last few days.
thank the gods (ha) that neither neuvillette or wriothesley are around for this.
she greets venti with a smile as she opens the door and waves him in, though it is not her best work. ]
T-That was fast, Venti. You don't waste any time do you?
[Venti grins brightly as he walks in, taking off his shoes like the polite houseguest he is.]
Eh, I figured that chicken soup wouldn't go amiss even if you weren't sick. Something homemade tends to warm the soul and set the heart at ease, don't you think? Cooking and music share a lot in common that way!
[He reaches into his purse to take out a few containers of chicken soup and what looks to be something like Mondstadt's northern apple stew. It may not be the exact recipe, but the flavor is close enough to what it used to be.]
Here you are! Some soup and some stew for you. The stew's an old recipe from Mondstadt, but with a few, ah, substitutions for similar ingredients.
[ now that she thinks about it, she is kind of hungry─ a realization she has immediately upon him pulling the containers out of his bag. she is quick to take the containers from him after she closes the door behind him, leading venti further into the apartment. ]
Oh, I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of tasting any of Mondstadt's recipes. Thank you, Venit.
[ furina darts toward the kitchen, placing the containers into the fridge before turning on her heel. oh gods, the lounge is... well not exactly a mess but it becomes very obvious by just looking at it that neuvillette has more or less turned it into his office. what with the piles of papers and the collection of blankets, some of which are notably otter themed, strewn about. ]
M-Make yourself at home! You will have to forgive the state of the lounge, Neuvillette often falls asleep on the couch while working late. Would you like something to drink or...?
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Everything is fine, I'm sorry for worrying you my dear bard. I have simply fallen ill with a cold.
[ maybe he won't believe her, but she will keep up the front until it breaks. ]
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Awww, I'm so sorry to hear that, Furina! That always sucks.
Oh, I know! I can stop by with some soup for you. There's this old chicken soup recipe that never failed to make me feel a bit better when I was down or feeling a bit sniffly.
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You don't have to do that!
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I don't HAVE to, sure, but I want to. For one thing, you're my friend. For another, sometimes it's okay to let someone take care of you for a little bit while you're down.
Would you like me to visit you properly for a couple minutes or do you want me to just drop it off with your... housemates? I can't get sick anymore, so no concerns there!
[Although, now that Venti thinks about it, it would be really funny to see a wind sprite with a cold. Even if he'd suffer for that.]
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You are too kind, Venti.
If you are so determined I can't really say no, can I? [ well she could but that may not exactly go as she expects. ] Well Neuvillette is at work and Wriothelesy is out... so if you truly want to deliver this soup to me now would be an alright time.
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[Venti doesn't take long to head over. He's wearing a comfy sweater with cute leggings, hair barrettes instead of a hat this time, and his magical purse of holding. At least the bard isn't a heathen and will actually ring the doorbell like a normal person. He waits patiently at the door, humming softly with good cheer.]
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thank the gods (ha) that neither neuvillette or wriothesley are around for this.
she greets venti with a smile as she opens the door and waves him in, though it is not her best work. ]
T-That was fast, Venti. You don't waste any time do you?
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Eh, I figured that chicken soup wouldn't go amiss even if you weren't sick. Something homemade tends to warm the soul and set the heart at ease, don't you think? Cooking and music share a lot in common that way!
[He reaches into his purse to take out a few containers of chicken soup and what looks to be something like Mondstadt's northern apple stew. It may not be the exact recipe, but the flavor is close enough to what it used to be.]
Here you are! Some soup and some stew for you. The stew's an old recipe from Mondstadt, but with a few, ah, substitutions for similar ingredients.
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Oh, I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of tasting any of Mondstadt's recipes. Thank you, Venit.
[ furina darts toward the kitchen, placing the containers into the fridge before turning on her heel. oh gods, the lounge is... well not exactly a mess but it becomes very obvious by just looking at it that neuvillette has more or less turned it into his office. what with the piles of papers and the collection of blankets, some of which are notably otter themed, strewn about. ]
M-Make yourself at home! You will have to forgive the state of the lounge, Neuvillette often falls asleep on the couch while working late. Would you like something to drink or...?