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Good morning to those who were not murdered in their sleep by Mr. Mime.

[At this point, Gale was getting pretty sick and tired of hunting for these weird monsters that were around the cities. Sure, he loved the ones he's gotten so far, but he was well content on being done with it. How many do you really need? Plus he had other things on his mind anyway. Maybe that's why he kept dragging himself out, to keep himself occupied from the dozens of questions flooding his mind because of Aymeric's appearance. And now he has two of those master balls so he has to make at least one more trip out. But not today. Today he's at Garden Park looking pretty tired, and he's got a number of food containers with him. Delphox seems to be guarding them, while Gale is sitting next to them with his phone out.]

With the arrival of our... numerous new companions, I took to the library and located resources on food they prefer. [He gestured to the containers next to him and Delphox.] I've spent many an hour cooking a variety. If any would care to bring their companions to Garden Park to try some and pick some up, you're more than welcome. [A pause.] Do remember these are for Pokemon.

[He wasn't sure what else to say, but it almost seemed silly to only make a video just about offering treats to other trainers. He hesitated before shrugging.]

And for what it is worth to some, I am currently in talks for taking the "clubs" that my namesake left behind under my wing. T'is the least I can do for him, I feel.

[Fayren - Lioriley's Cottage (Private to Lioriley and Aymeric)]

[Gale had made several batches of the Pokemon food specifically for Lior, figuring she had quite a number with her between her own catches and Estinien's. And she put up with Estinien for this long, it was the least Gale could do in return. Not that he had any strong attachment to the guy (especially this one, the one from another timeline), but he had to repay Lior's kindness in some manner. Moreso since she played along with Aymeric's prank on the dragoon.

So he would eventually go to Fayren, with Druddigon and Delphox in tow helping him carry the food he made. It was... a lot... but Gale had spent quite some time in the kitchen and cooking. "Quite some time" translated into days, actually, but it's a good pastime and it meant keeping all the Pokemon fed.

Once he got to the cottage, he looked over his shoulder at Druddigon and Arden before adjusting the containers in his own arms so he could knock on the door with the back of his hand. Hopefully she was in, otherwise he'd have to either leave the food here with a note or carry it all back to Nova.]

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( Hard to bore someone who beelines for the library every day after work, but she isn't inclined to pry for answers from him just yet. She's too busy being baffled by what just happened in the last two minutes. )

Lord Commander. ( Huh. Who would have guessed. Well, she might have, though she was leaning more toward the nobleman aspect of it. Aymeric carried himself in a manner befitting people of status; though he was significantly nicer as well. ) Seems we have been blessed to have him here instead of them, in that case.

[Gale had realized he ended up letting some of his Ishgard disdain out, but at least Lior seemed to zero in on Aymeric's title rather than his cursing. Really, being away from Ishgard was probably a blessing for both Gale and Aymeric, given all of the shite that surrounds that place. Gale still wasn't so sure how he felt on being here with Aymeric. The Lord Commander calling him "friend" and willing to speak with him so casually as opposed to "business business help Ishgard blah blah" like he had experienced so far was always ringing in Gale's mind.]

... aye. There is much that surrounds Ishgard. I am not certain how he is able to maintain himself in that position when the whole Holy See relies on him.

[While the archbishop sits around doing nothing but preaching "dragons are bad, Ishgard is good" or whatever nonsense. Gale's disdain almost wants to believe that Aymeric's kindness is a facade. He quietly laughed.]

Perhaps here, the worst danger he'll involve himself in is just a tussle with Pokemon. He attempted to join myself and Estinien once. That pretty face of his is ill suited for what we were doing.

( It probably helps that she doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about anyway, and the subject seems too touchy to ask for details. )

Unfortunately, I fear I am not in the ideal position to provide my insight on that. Mayhaps you could... inform me of a few details later. I admit you have my curiosity now.

( She has a lot of questions. ) Pray tell what his physical appearance might have to do with... whatever you two were doing?

Ah. I can answer what you'd like, but I admit I've my personal grudges against the archbishop. It may be unfair to Aymeric to only hear from me.

[And really, he doesn't want to drop all of his Ishgard related baggage onto Lioriley like that. If the three could talk about it, then maybe it would clear things up for Gale too. Even if it might be begrudging for him to sit through. He blinks at her question then smiled, waving his hand.]

Nothing nothing, I jest. But Estinien and myself were undertaking a dangerous venture at the time. It would have been much too dangerous for a man with the rank of such import like Aymeric. Hells, it was bloody dangerous for Estinien and myself as it was.

[Actually, thinking back on it, it was odd that Aymeric going along in the first place. His company certainly would have been more welcome than Alphinaud's.]

... not that I am aware of the results of that before I was brought here.

Perhaps the both of you could speak of it then? I am hardly opposed to learning more about the realm you hail from.

( Even if Gale sounds annoyed about most of it. Maybe there's some merit to the annoyance though - and if there isn't, either of them could shine a light on it one way or another.

She cocks her head to the side, shifting the Cubone in her arms again as it sleeps against her chest. Valiant has finally decided that his trainer will no longer be attempting to sabotage the Lord Commanders attempt at making tea, and settles in the grass behind her. So far as she can tell, the other Pokemon aren't doing much either. Thank god. )

Dangerous as it may have been, having another along with you may have been more a benefit than a hindrance. Then again, I am wholly unaware of the degree of danger involved.

( Oh. She frowns. ) Strange time to take you here, in that case. I am sorry.

If you've the curiosity, it would be rude not to indulge you.

[He thought about apologizing now about how his end of things would go. Maybe by Aymeric's time he knew of Gale's grievances, but he knows he can go on a tangent if unchecked.

He glanced to the side, finding that Aymeric's coat had been freed of its Pokemon imprisonment. Taking the chance while it was freed, Gale picked the coat up off the ground and looked it over again.]

Estinien and myself had company, and Aymeric was needed in the city... but I admit, I would have rathered the Lord Commander's company than the one who sent us on that goose chase.

[What little he learned from Estinien, Gale knew the whole thing didn't end well, which just tells him that Alphinaud was in over his head again. He shook his head, looking back at her.]

Oh, I'm certain I've not been the first inconvenienced. T'is a welcome reprieve, if I am honest.

[He walks over beside her with the coat over his arm and sitting beside her.]

Forgive my brevity, there is much that would likely be clearer for us both if Aymeric explained. Once he is finished with tea, that is.

So seems to be the case with many who arrive. ( A 'vacation' of sorts from the life they lead back home. She would include herself in that list, were it not for the fact that she had just settled after six centuries of nonsense back home. Oh well, it wasn't so bad here either - and besides that, she got the chance to learn of places she would never have had the chance to otherwise. Including and up to whatever the hell Gale was vaguely discussing. )

He seems good company, though I cannot speak of what the alternative might have been. ( A shrug. She smiles as Gale sits beside her, then turns her head to the house with a curious hum. ) One would imagine he is almost done, no? Unless he has some special brewing method I am unaware of.

I imagine the same can be said of Aymeric, but I feel he's not wont to admit such things.

[The stress and expectations Aymeric has to live up to are probably on par with what Gale himself has had to deal with. Only without the "god slaying" part, but Aymeric has to put up with being a politician instead. Gale is far more content with killing gods instead.]

I admit I am no expert on nobles, but I would imagine they have no special way of brewing. [He tilted his head.] Unless he is unfamiliar with the lay of your kitchen.

[But he can't imagine that boiling water would take this long.]

Perhaps we should check on him and see if he's alright?

[He suggests that with a more playful tone and a wry smile. Noble or no, surely he can handle making tea?]

'Tis not an overly complicated area to navigate. ( Maybe she's just used it though. Who knows. Either way, everything seems to be mostly calm outside now, so it shouldn't hurt to venture in to see how Aymeric is fairing regardless.

Valiant glances up as Lioriley stands, debating the merits of stopping her again before he ultimately decides against it so he can nap more instead. Lioriley offers her free hand to Gale, nodding her agreement. )

It could not hurt. With any luck, we will be just in time for tea.

[But that's backwards, he should be the one offering his hand! But she's faster than him. He accepts her hand and stands back up before looking over at Delphox.]

Keep an eye on them, Arden. Yell if anything happens.

[Arden nods with a "Del!" while Druddigon just huffed while some smaller Pokemon were climbing on his back. Gale chuckled as he turned to the cottage, opening the door and gesturing in.]

Ladies first.

( She releases his hand once they're both on their feet, chuckling quietly to herself when he gives Arden the command to watch the other pokemon. Probably not a terrible idea, given how chaotic things got earlier.

So polite, Gale. Lioriley bows her head in thanks and enters the cottage, peering into the kitchen to see how Aymeric is doing in there. )

Aymeric?

[ Perhaps it shouldn't be surprising that he hadn't come back out yet. It was, originally, supposed to be him merely making tea. Yet when he owes a bit of gratitude to them both he takes it upon himself to repay kindness with kindness. Tea was made, of course. Aymeric wouldn't forego it. He had also taken the time to prepare a lunch. Nothing over the top as he wouldn't want to ruin any appetites for the generous offer of dinner. He sticks with simple. A light soup with a side salad and of course their much needed tea.

He already has the tea pot on the table and the table partly set. As he hears his name he's just about to head over to the table, with his arms and hands carefully balancing their plates. Good thing he's got decent balance. ]

Ah, seems I was too slow. I had hoped to have lunch set up before my delay arose suspicion.

[Once inside it was hard to miss the smell of something cooking. That smell wasn't tea for sure.

But... but he said he would cook!

... wait, Aymeric can cook?

Gale stepped up behind Lioriley, staring at Aymeric and tilting his head quizzically. He narrowed an eye as he planted his hands on his hips.]

You didn't truly think you could get that by me? [Like it was some kind of sneaky conspiracy or something.] Tea doesn't take that long.

The fact I said I would cook aside... do you need a hand there?

Oh! ( She scoots back a little to give him more room to walk, eyes wide with surprise.

Lioriley has to wonder how she ended up with two overly polite men in her house today, offering to make tea and food and then actually doing it. Not that she's complaining, even if it's making her feel like a really shitty host. )

You really did not have to go through the trouble of making lunch... ( She murmurs, the lines across her cheeks bright with embarrassment. She probably doesn't need to offer a hand, lest there be too many trying to bring the plates and bowls to the table, so she just kind of awkwardly shuffles into the living room quickly to set her Cubone down on the couch to rest. )

I'm quite alright. [ He moves to set the table, careful with each plate and making sure everything looks perfect every time he sets a plate down. If anyone thought Aymeric was not about presention as much as flavor well they would be wrong. Once his arms are free he gestures to the table as an invitation. ]

While it is true that it wasn't required and that there was a proposed meal to be made I believed it best not to wait until dinner before anyone eats. [ He shouldn't speak for everyone. Sure he skipped breakfast but between everything the comfort of having a bit of food and tea would surely be better than nothing. Especially considering the disaster that had thus far been the day. ]

I've no intention of stealing dinner away from you. I merely thought to repay the kindness offered from both of you. Now, if it isn't asking too much, might we enjoy lunch?

[Gale at least stayed out of Aymeric's way while he set the table but watched him carefully. Everything he knew about Ishgardian nobles seemed like it was getting thrown out the window here. Cooking? Setting the table? Being nice??]

I suppose that is true. I had forgotten it was somewhat early for dinner.

[He had lost track of the amount of time he'd spent at Garden Park earlier, and how early he rose for that matter. Actually, had he even eaten at all today? He forgets. But that low stomach rumble might actually have been his answer. No one heard that, right?]

I did not do that much, truly.

[He was just bringing PokeFood as a gift is all. Well. And help fix things up but it's not like he needed repaid for it. Speaking of which, he should probably set down Aymeric's coat somewhere.]

T'is probably ill suited for lunch conversation but, [Or not, he doesn't know. He gestures to Lioriley.] Lioriley was curious about Ishgard. Seeing though my opinion is... poor, I figure it would be best to speak of it with you. Lord Commander and all.

( With her Pokemon safely nestled in some blankets in the living room, Lioriley hurries back to the dining room as Gale and Aymeric continue in their polite-off. If she were being honest, neither of them had any right to repay anything, given that she was the one with a house full of Pokemon crying for help. They were also guests and she had done approximately nothing to accommodate them.

She'll have to recover from this somehow. Thankfully for everyone involved, Aymeric's insistent tone seems to silence her from arguing the matter further. Yes, they can just sit and enjoy lunch and oh hell yeah please talk to her about Ishgard. )

If it is not too much trouble, of course. ( She offers despite the excitement of hearing about a world she's never seen or heard of before now. She takes a seat at the table, glancing down to everything Aymeric had set out with cheeks still as bright as before. God, it smells good too. ) Oh, and thank you again.

You are quite welcome. [ He takes his seat, and truthfully it is a little easier not having to move his coat around him constantly. One forgets the simple joys of not being buried in enough layer to stave off bitter cold. He looks at Gale, brow momentarily raised. There's an argument to be made about poor opinions on Ishgard. Truthfully he doesn't have the heart for it. He could not blame anyone for harboring ill-content towards the country and certainly not Gale. ]

I would be quite happy to share any information you desire to know. In part I must agree that certain aspects to the history of my home may make for poor meal conversation. [ Like the entirely of the dragonsong war, for starters but that was so tied to Ishgard he doubted there was any way to speak of his home and not speak of it in some capacity. ] Though I would speak of it less as the Lord Commander and instead merely as one of its citizens. Titles may cloud ones eyes and shifts their views. If you wish to know of my home I would not wish to give you a view that is soured by my own position.

[Given that Aymeric was apparently from his future, Gale wasn't entirely sure what all he may have said about himself up until that point, if anything. He knows for a fact he hadn't been one to hide his bitter feelings (except to those of House Fortemps, who had shown surprising hospitality to him), but he isn't certain if he ever gets comfortable around Aymeric enough to let him in on certain details of his past. Once he had the coat neatly folded and placed aside, he would join the two at the table.]

T'is up to you of course, Lioriley. Assuming talk of politics is not wont to spoil your appetite.

[Normally it might spoil his, but he knows how to suck things up and roll with it. That was the entirety of his life, after all. Getting roped into things and just having to deal with it. But even he has his curiosity about Aymeric's feelings towards Ishgard, especially if he wasn't speaking as Lord Commander. He thought for a moment, glancing at Aymeric.]

Should you speak of anything in my future, do not withhold it on my account. I am bound to learn of it eventually, and I prefer not to avoid the subject.

( She takes her teacup in her hands and raises it to her lips, taking a small tentative sip to test the heat of it. Once suitable to drink properly, she does so; dark eyes peering over the rim of the cup to watch the two men as they speak. )

As engrained as I am in my own home world's politics, I cannot say it would bother me all that much. ( she's certainly had worse discussions over tea. She sets her cup down, hands folded in her lap as she lets the warmth of the brew settle. It's relaxing, especially after everything that's happened so far. )

Gale spoke rather broadly earlier. I suppose it would be simple to start wherever you see fit and are comfortable with. I am curious mostly of your culture, given how some aspects seem to be similar to my own - or so I presumed based entirely on what I have heard said from Estinien when he was here.

A politician never can escape such talks, can they? [ A half-hearted joke, as it seems his life would tell him once a person gets into politics there might be no escape. He nods at Gale though at heart he has how own reservations. Some events, he figures, may be too cruel to tell him of knowing. If their paths were the same it might be best to spare those pains if he can. ]

I am curious as to what Estinien might have to say. He has ever one one to dislike the political aspects that have long been part of the country. On more than one occasion I had to write a formal apology to a lord or lady due on his behalf. [ All things considered though Estinien was among the brighter parts of the country. Anger aside. After a sip of tea which, consider he knows the shortcomings of his own home, is certainly needed.

He expands upon the idea of Ishgard having been something of an isolated country. From the outside it being a land with people as cold as the winter that forever blanketed the lands. Aymeric, however, would argue that it is not the people themselves that are so cold and opposed to people as much as it was the will of the Holy See. With the church and archbishop being the center of political power it leaves people to place all of their faith in his decision making.

It had been a point of contention between himself and the Holy See. On more than one occasion his ideas had been shot down and it took no small effort to get any form of agreement to working with outsiders. In the end however seeking aid outside of Ishgard was no doubt the best decision that could have been made for the future of the country. ]

Speaking purely for myself, I simply cannot understand how one can handle politics in any manner. But I'm simply ill suited for such.

[After all, Gale's answer to plenty of things is simply "stab it" and leave it at that. As politically inept as he is, even he knows that's not exactly how to talk to somebody.

Gale managed a genuine chuckle at the remark about Estinien. His interactions with the man were relatively limited up until that point, but somehow the idea of Estinien causing enough trouble that Aymeric had to apologize for it seemed more than appropriate.

His own jaded opinion of Ishgard as a whole would make him disagree with the idea that citizens weren't as cold as they appear, but he would have to take a mental step back and realize that the lower class likely hold the same resentment that Gale himself does. He stared into his tea before giving Aymeric a side glance.]

Forgive my ignorance, but it is odd to hear that even you have butted heads with the Holy See.

[Given their willingness to call heresy on every little gods damned thing, it seems like a bloody risky move.]

While I do find such talks fascinating at best and inconvenient at worst, it is not a position suited to everyone. ( She gets why Gale might not be interested in such things; most people weren't.

Lioriley seems genuinely interested in the conversation overall however, though her expression does not seem to change most of the time. A few faint flickers of her lines are the only indication of...something, a slight change in emotion when certain things are mentioned. She takes another sip of her tea, glancing over to Gale and then back to Aymeric like she's trying to tactically place herself in this conversation. )

Be it far from me to speak on Estinien's behalf, though I can attest to his displeasure in what little he spoke of. Admittedly, we did not have many in depth discussions on it. ( A shrug. That's all she says on that front; honing in instead on the commentary about this Holy See and the Archbishop. )

It only takes a single voice to make change, or so I have come to learn.

Politics is not for everyone. There may be those in it who are ill-fitted for it. [ He can't fault Gale for not enjoying the idea. Not that Aymeric always enjoyed it but duty always called. When duty called he always strove to answer. ]

There were days I wondered if Estinien was causing trouble on purpose. As if to keep me from falling into a bottomless pit of what he might consider mundane work. [ He hoped that at the very least. It was better than thinking ill about his friend. Despite everything, including the trouble, he knew that he could always count on the man. All the more reason that while he may miss the presence of his long time friend that he is certain that he shall be okay. ]

Long have I wished for Ishgard to be a country that does not isolate itself. One that does not seek to define itself by bloodlines. One that is not downtrodden by war and death. Quite the contrast to the ideals of the archbishop who believed not in the people he ruled but that the only correct path was his. One can only say so much before the man without risking their own life however.

Aye, I will very much take the primal slaying over politics. T'is well established talking is not my strong suit.

[That was Alphinaud's one use, really. Gale probably would have told numerous individuals to piss off without that kid.

Then he's silent, gazing into his tea cup again. Would Aymeric really contend with the archbishop that much? Is all of what he said the truth? As much as he wanted to be skeptical, Aymeric is the one that reached out to the Scions for help in the first place.

So as not to appear to be spacing out, he shifts his focus to the food for the time being. The tea brew was good, and salad was salad, but the soup... the soup was a pleasant surprise. Never in the world would Gale have pegged Aymeric to be a chef of any caliber, he would have assumed servants would have taken care of everything.

... Hells, is Aymeric actually genuine? Years ago he would never even so much as entertain the thought. Not when the loss of his family and memories of time in the Brume were so fresh in his mind.

In an effort to lighten the air so that the many troubles of Ishgard wouldn't weigh on them, Gale looked between the two with a faint smile and a light tone.]

Do you politic sorts ever get a chance to relax?

Edited 2019-07-29 00:47 (UTC)

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