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[juniberries]

"You have reached Princess Allura. Please leave a message and I will contact you as soon as I am able."

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[juniberries]

Lance!

[And upon saying his name, she inhales a bit too much air, and begins to have a bit of a coughing fit, giving tell to her gross case of congestion and general sick.

But through her coughs, she still manages to sound annoyed at him.]

What are you doing sneaking up on me in such a manner!

[competing]

[ he's leaning against the wall, rubbing at his nose. ]

What am I doing? What are you doing! Don't you have work?!

[ he straightens up a bit, taking a moment to look at her in scrutiny. hang on a sec... all that coughing... ]

Wait, are you sick?

[juniberries]

No! I had been given the day off.

[Which...she was going to ignore. But now she's overslept so.

Maybe she'll still go.

She's about to say no, but as she draws another breath to get defensive, cue another coughing fit.

Which she recovers from, but not before finding balance by gripping the sink with both hands.]

N-no! It is just from the dry air! I am perfectly fine.

[competing]

[ dry air...? it's fall! ]

Allura.

[ he doesn't often use his stern voice, and he kind of doubts allura would even notice it, never mind adhere to it... but it worked a lot on his nieces and nephews okay...! ]

You were around when the gas was in the air, and now you're coughing uncontrollably! You need to see a doctor or — or something.

[juniberries]

[ON ALTEA FALL HAD VERY DRY AIR TO THE POINT OF FALLING HOT ROCKS CAUSING FIELD FIRES OR WHATEVER.]

Lance.

[She'll use her stern voice in turn, because she may be an only child with no younger siblings/neices/nephews/etc. to talk to in such a manner, she is a Princess and a leader and raised to know how to make herself sound commanding and firm.

She's pouring herself that glass of juice she had come into the kitchen for in the first place, turning away from Lance.]

I am fine. It's nothing worse than a common Altean cold.

[competing]

[ lance only continues to look dubious, though, but it's a bit hard arguing with a tone that has x-number of years backed by nobility and diplomacy. ]

...Fine. But if you start to feel any worse, you're marching straight to bed, missy!

[ but dang if he doesn't try. ]

delivery;

[sullenstallion]

[What do you even get a princess for the holidays? Having to get a gift for a stranger is bad enough, but he's trying to put something out there for a few of his friends, too. He probably sent it before the gala, but it'll arrive by courier in Allura's hands after. Holiday mail, can't trust it.

He settles on a red journal with a lock and key (ignore the weird message thing) and a few fancy pens. There's also a plate of cheeses. There's no note unless she looks at the first page of the diary.]

Hey, Allura.

If you ever need to write anything down, you can use this. Maybe it'll give your rats something better to do than to read my own.

Your friend,
Dylas

[Suck it, space mice, he just called y'all rats.]

delivery;

[juniberries]

[JOKE'S ON YOU DYLAS because the mice are only a tiny bit offended about being called rats but they loved the cheese

and they're also the ones to come up to his place and deliver a small package in turn. it's something wrapped in a page from the journal, tied with a pink ribbon.

in it is a charm bracelet with a squid charm.

on the paper, there's also a small note:]

Dear Dylas,

Thank you kindly for the gift. I know I will use it well.

I found this bracelet at Olympia's Market Place. It reminded me of you.

Sincerely your friend,
Allura



P.S. the MICE loved the cheese you gave them