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[A WHOLE PIE. Gods, Obsidian couldn't make that one without some help, but the Last Stand had been kind enough to help teach him and Puddingway how to make... well, a pudding.

He decides to put it down at the table, since Byleth's hands are occupied.]

Carrot pudding. A friend and I learned this not long ago. I don't know many real recipes, but I know this one.

[The glance isn't that subtle. If they weren't friends, it might be something that'd annoy and upset Obsidian, make him become defensive, but... well, fortunately, they crossed that bridge sometime ago.

Instead, he smiles crookedly, aiming to tease Byleth.]

But I imagine something else has caught your eye?

Carrot? Hm. Not a flavor I would expect in a pudding but I'll try anything. I'm excited to try it- I imagine it would be similar in flavor to a carrot cake?

[ He remembers the kind of tea Obsidian liked before, and he has it prepared. Setting down the pie on the table he finishes setting things up for them before the comment earns a little exhale of amusement. ]

Ahhhh... I apologize. I did not mean to be unseemly at all. It's just- mmm. I have no excuse.

Guess you'll know when you've had some, hm?

[No pudding spoilers, Byleth.

The scent of the familiar tea earns a fond smile on Obsidian's face. Tataru's blends are special, but so are Byleth's with the variety he keeps for all those he cares for. Obsidian does try his best for his friends, but Byleth always has to take it a step further. It's very sweet.

An amused snort escapes Obsidian.]

You've naught to apologize for. If I hated it, I'd let you know. Loudly. [He might not be the sharpest sword in the armory, but Obsidian knows that his chest is well developed and, often, attention grabbing, for better or for worse. Even if he's not trying to be lewd, exactly.

But fortunately, he doesn't mind with Byleth.]

Though maybe you could help loosen this tie for me. [Take it as an invitation, Byleth.]

Ah, well fair enough. I do try to afford everyone where the dignity they deserve though. We have very little from our captors as it is.

[ That said, he won't turn down that invitation, and he very gingerly pulls the tie loose with his fingers, redoing it when he's given enough space for it. ]

You're trying to tempt me now, aren't you? Wicked as ever. Not that I'm complaining.

Oh, I haven't forgotten. Arriving in that outfit was a sharp reminder of that particular fact. I appreciate your thoughtfulness regardless.

[Obsidian folds his arms, which honestly only serves to push his pecs together and make them more prominent. It's probably on purpose.]

Wasn't too subtle, was I? Though we probably should have that tea and pie before it all gets too cold.

Ahh, I find it refreshing how direct you are.

[ Direct and BOOBY. ]

I couldn't agree more. Much as I am apt to chase such things, wasting food is a cardinal sin.

[If it isn't direct, Obsidian gets lost as all hells. Thankfully, Byleth has always been an easy man to understand, which made it easy for them to bond before, and hopefully all over again.

But they're both in agreement: it's food time, baby. Ain't no wasting that!]

So what kind of pie did you bake today, my friend? [Obsidian settles into his seat.] Or is it a surprise?

Strawberry rhubarb. Fresh from the garden. It's a new recipe I'm trying so your honest opinion would be valued.

[ It's no wonder he and Obsidian had been fast friends from the get-go. They tend toward a lot of similar habits. Byleth pours the both a cup and a slice of pie. ]

I'm so curious about that pudding- may I?

I'm sure it'll be delicious, but my feedback you shall have.

[There are so few things that Obsidian won't eat, honestly. Though admittedly the Archon loaf was a curious taste to try to work through. Exquisitely awful.

As for the pudding, he nudges the delicate plate toward Byleth.]

By all means. I made it for you, after all. And I'm far from the chef you are, so you'll have to tell me if it's passable.

[In Obsidian's case, he's taking a bite of the pie without any hesitation and quite the mouthful at that. It's as sweet as he hoped, with just the slightest hint of tartness to keep it from being too overwhelming. Though really he'd be happy with anything, but this in particular is quite the treat. It's very well balanced, and perfect to match with tea.

Byleth, as usual, is absolutely nailing his cooking. Good to know that hasn't changed.]

[ Byleth needs no more prompting to try the pudding, and try it he does. It's definitely not a flavor one would expect in a pudding. Like taking a drink expecting water and getting lemonade or something.

Still- it works. Oddly. A nice balance of sweet carrot flavor with some mild spices. He raises his eyebrows in muted surprise and takes a few more bites. ]

Oh this is unusual. It's good though. Just... unusually good. I quite like this. I may have to ask for the recipe if it's not a secret.

[ He's glad to see his friend enjoying the pie, too. Between the two of them, they'll probably polish all of it off before long. ]

Not in the least. If anything, I'll bet you could make improvements on it.

[But he'll worry about that recipe for another time. For now, Obsidian is set on cleaning his plate off and emptying his cup of the delicious blend of tea made for him. It's a black tea, Obsidian thinks, but for all of his time spent in Ishgard he has no idea about propriety or knowing the difference other than flavor. So he just trusts Byleth to know what he likes, which he does.

He lets out a satisfied sigh when he's finished.]

I'd have to say my verdict is terribly delicious. I wager your other friends will enjoy it.

Well if you ever want to learn some cooking skills, I would be happy to teach you.

[ Ahh, but they have eaten all of the food and Obsidian is happy with it, therefor, Byleth is happy. ]

I couldn't be happier to hear it. A full belly makes everything just a bit better, doesn't it?

Maybe, but then I'd need better excuses to come and eat your food.

[Though it's true, a full belly does make it better. So long as he isn't eating forty meals in a row in front of a crowd.]

Might I show you my gratitude, then?

Not to worry, I will still gladly cook for you regardless.

[ And he's also clueless. ]

Well there's no need for that but I won't rebuff an offer of thanks. How so do you mean?

[DUDE. BYLETH. Though granted maybe Obsidian is too subtle?? He's not really the best about this.]

Well... you know. With the...

[SHUTTING DOWN.

REBOOTING.]

[He clears his throat.]

Ideally with intimacy, if you aren't opposed.

...Oh!

[ Well it all seems to make sense to him NOW. ]

Ohhhh. Yes. Yes absolutely. Apologies I- well you know I try not to assume anything. Though I suppose that should have been fairly apparent...

[ With the whole. Yes. Ok. ]

No, it's fine. If anything, I appreciate you didn't jump to conclusions.

[It adds a lot of faith into his trust in Byleth, truthfully.]

That and I know I'm... a bit poor at verbalizing for this sort of thing.

I completely understand. I have had to adjust my approach to... very direct myself.

That said, I am glad to invite you to my bed.

[ He gestures to the stairs, a warm smile on his face. ]

If you would.

What, me leading the way?

[As Obsidian stands up, he's reaching out to scoop Byleth into his arms suddenly, lifting up the other man bridal style as if he weighed little more than a couple of grapes. The viera smiles crookedly at him.]

I think this is better, personally.

[LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD UPON HIS BOSOM, BYLETH.

Anyway, he'll just carry the Mercenary-Pope-God up the stairs.]

W-oh!

[ He really should be used to being manhandled by people, living with Dimitri is a thing unto itself when it comes to being sometimes picked up. Ascians as well. Still, he finds himself surprised- though not unpleasantly so. ]

Well... I can't say this is unwelcome.

[ Oh yes, far from it. He is glad to lay his head on that pillowy chest and allow himself to be carried, looping his arms around the man's neck and pressing a little kiss to his cheek. ]

[At the peck on the cheek, a blush creeps onto Obsidian's face. Despite how he appears, it isn't difficult to fluster him, and he lets out a faint little laugh before he's carrying Byleth away to the bedroom.

He doesn't drop the smaller man to bed, at least not yet; instead, he leans in to press a delicate kiss onto his lips. It isn't so much as he perceives Byleth as delicate in so much as he wants to offer nothing but care and respect for his friend. The way anyone deserves to be treated in bed, at least in Obsidian's mind for all of his intimacy complications.]

Tell me how you want me to take care of you, my friend.

Take care of me?

[ The soft kiss is returned in kind, but he pulls Obsidian back in for a more substantial one after. ]

Let me ride you. We will take care of each other, hmm? You can't get away with being too generous with me.

[ Another kiss, though this one carries a certain tenderness. A hand touching the viera's face with gentle fingertips. ]

I am glad you're back, Obsidian.

Ha, you're one to talk about someone being too generous. But if that's what you want, who am I to deny you?

[The kisses are sweet, and too rarely has he ever had the chance to enjoy them with anyone, truthfully. For a moment, he closes his eyes, and he leans into the hand.

And-- oh. Oh, that shouldn't get him, but honestly in the face of the likeliness that really no one remembers him at all -- not Emet-Selch, not a single person from his star -- to be told that is meaningful.

Obsidian clears his throat and he leans his head against Byleth's. NOPE, HE'S GOOD.]

And I'm glad to see you again.

[ANYWAY. He's going to take Byleth to bed finally, sitting down and putting the man onto his lap.]

It is what I want. You have been through much as of late.

[ He strokes his fingers through Obsidian's hair when they sit down, facing him on his lap. Up close he can appreciate how beautiful this man really is. Not that it isn't clear from miles away, but flames... that face. Someone that Byleth feels an oddly innate connection to. He wonders if this magnetism he feels for certain people means anything, or if it is just their natures that draws him in.

Obsidian is a simple man, just like himself. His beauty is nothing to sniff at, but his wonderful heart- ahh. The sweet kindness that flows barely beneath the surface there. ]

I often wondered if you were okay, wherever you were.

[ Another kiss, and Byleth goes about starting to undo the buttons and ties that hold his clothes on. Enjoying that smooth skin interrupted by the occasional battle scar under his fingertips. Even when he breaks the kiss, he lingers there, lips barely brushing against Obsidian's. ]

Take heart that there will always be a friend here for you, in me.

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