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[arcanepower]

Who: Belthazar & open
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Bishop
When: 12/7, afternoon

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[Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning. His hair looks like a blackish bird's nest andddd he's harassing the communicator...]

Where is it? Tell me where it is.

[He shows off a... blank wall. The Bishop walls look cool, really, but still.]

WHERE IS MY LIBRARY? Atroma! Answer me! Take back these insipid, trite gifts and bring back my books. I have been looking for a WEEK. I cannot find them anywhere!

This is unacceptable!

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[He can't find the library, so the next best thing is... stress cooking.

Anyone visiting the Bishop will find the kitchen absolutely loaded with food. Bear claw pastries, glitter-brushed macarons, freshly-baked or conjured bread (hard to tell the difference), coffee cake, angel food cake, buttercream, glazed cinnamon rolls, french toast, pancakes, crepes... And on the less-sweet side, there's meat buns, vegetable wraps, shepherd's pie, at least four different kinds of gourmet pizza, tomato-topped pasta, and... mac 'n' cheese. Look, he tried.

There are stacks of plates and a punch bowl for drinks. In the meantime, Belth appears to be dead.

Well, okay, not really, but he's sulking against the fridge with his own plate-- piled high with everything-- and with at least three meat buns in his mouth.]

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[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese was just coming in to get a snack and suddenly the entire kitchen is snacks. He pauses at the doorway, one foreleg raised in confusion, before his eyes fall on Belth. Okey dokey then.

He ambles over to pick up a bear claw in his mouth, before moving to lay on the floor by Belth's feet, chewing on it thoughtfully.]

So. Handling the loss of the library well.

[arcanepower]

[He bristles, but it's not directed at Cheese.]

It was Krista's.

[HOW DARE THEY.]

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese is quiet for a moment, trying to think of a way to soothe this for his friend. Make it hurt a little less. Eventually, he smiles softly. ]

I never met her. What was she like?

[arcanepower]

She was kind, and humorous, and very honest. I think she may have been self-conscious-- a quality I understand and relate to. I would've been completely inconsolable upon my arrival if not for her help.

[He looks down at the food on his plate.]

She... reminded me of someone...

[preformthisneigh]

[Oh, buddy. Cheese will just...lean on him because human hugs and pony hugs are a little hard to translate. ]

She sounds pretty awesome. I'm glad she was around to help you and I'm sorry I missed her.

[arcanepower]

You would have liked her. She probably would have liked you, too...

[He leans on Cheese. Belth seems like he's always a little bit too cold, wrapped up in robes as he often is.]

She was delighted by everything but not very obnoxious at all. And she loved books as much as I do, and magic...

[He sets his plate to the side and says nothing else.]

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese is at least warm, there are good things about being covered in fur it seems. He's silent for a moment. There has to be a positive spin here, somehow. ]

Then you must miss her a whole lot. But at least you have your memories of her, so long as you got those, she's never really gone.

[arcanepower]

[Belthazar doesn't seem to be buying into that, but he doesn't argue too loudly about it. He just remains where he is, sad and contemplative.]

Everyone leaves sometime. Someday you'll leave, too.

[preformthisneigh]

[There's a soft flick of his ear at that comment, a careful exhale. ]

Maybe. You might, too. It's just how it works. There's no telling, it's just fate.

[arcanepower]

I know.

[He rests his chin on his arms, knees to his chest. His voice is rough and soft. Damn elf puberty.]

I'm... tired of being alone all the time.

[preformthisneigh]

Well, hey. So long as I'm here, I absolutely promise that I'll be here for you. You don't have to worry about being alone when I'm around.

[He crosses a forehoof in front of his chest. ]

Swear on Camembert.

[It's the MOST SERIOUS of oaths. ]

[arcanepower]

[Belth is touched. He blinks, and there's a little bit of a blush, and then he ducks his head.]

... That sounds like a kind of cheese.

[Fitting, really.]

[preformthisneigh]

It is! That's kinda of the joke.

[Because...yeah. ]