[While it's not unusual that Konoha would deliver food to his house, he can't help but feel that something is off. No cheerful text message announces that the food is on the way, as he has come to expect when she has a surplus to offload. No bump has set their friendship off-keel lately, nothing that would need to be smoothed over with apology gifts as they've made a tradition of. Even her note is all wrong. Her writing has always been choppy, yes, but the succinctness of the message is uncharacteristic.
These clues clutter Nikolai's thoughts as he goes about his evening, until finally it clicks together. When they'd met last year, how old had Konoha said her daughter was? And what season had she left behind in her world?
When he's finished eating, he messages her.]
What a delicious package I found waiting for me when I got home. Thank you, Konoha. I'm always happy to make myself useful. 😄🍚🥘🐟
I was just thinking that inviting you to lunch may have been one of the wisest decisions I've ever made.
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These clues clutter Nikolai's thoughts as he goes about his evening, until finally it clicks together. When they'd met last year, how old had Konoha said her daughter was? And what season had she left behind in her world?
When he's finished eating, he messages her.]
What a delicious package I found waiting for me when I got home. Thank you, Konoha. I'm always happy to make myself useful. 😄🍚🥘🐟
I was just thinking that inviting you to lunch may have been one of the wisest decisions I've ever made.