Backdated to Mother's Day

[fearmylaserface]

[A - 7137 Brooks]
[This was kind of strange. He felt this odd urge to do something nice for the woman of his assigned house today, even though getting flowers for people he was still getting to know was hardly his style. Even if it is Mother's day...

But he found himself don't it anyway, delivering flowers to Yachiyo with a smile.]

[B - Around town]
[Epsilon could help himself for some reason. While usually, he really wouldn't give a damn, today he's got this urge to be nice and do favors for the women he sees. For now, free to take say hi and take advantage of the rarest thing ever. Epsilon being nice.

But hey, even if he really comprehended what was wrong, he'd probably be happy. Anything is better than being a pony.]

Comments

[swordwaitress]

Oh...you do have a point about that. The flowers are very nice.

[fearmylaserface]

I'm glad you like them.

[swordwaitress]

Well, flowers are a very nice gift. Like parfaits. [ Can you feel the affection-filled rant about Kyouko closing in on you? ]

[fearmylaserface]

[And Epsilon is unusually attentive.] Is there anything else that I can do for you?

[swordwaitress]

Oh, I would like to make some parfaits. I haven't gotten the chance to do as many as I'd like since Kyouko-san is back home. Would you like to taste them?

[fearmylaserface]

Sure. Whatever you'd like...

[swordwaitress]

Let's go to the kitchen then! I've already got everything I need.

[ Be prepared, you might just die of a sugar-overdose before the spell breaks. ]

[fearmylaserface]

Sounds great.

[Hey, Epsilon isn't likely to complain about this later.]

[swordwaitress]

[ In the kitchen, Yachiyo pulls out everything needed. It doesn't take her long to make the first parfait. ]

Is there anything you're allergic to?

[fearmylaserface]

Considering I wasn't human before arriving in this place... As far as I'm aware, no.

[swordwaitress]

Aren't non-humans allergic to anything, then?

[ She puts the parfait down in front of Epsilon, before preparing to make another, this a slightly different variation than the first. ]

[fearmylaserface]

Computer programs don't eat.

[swordwaitress]

Oh...that's a pity, when there's such good-tasting food.

[ She places another parfait in front of him. ]

[fearmylaserface]

[Eating the parfait] This is great.

[swordwaitress]

[ She's already making a third one. ]

That's great. I'm glad you like it. Do you know if it's missing anything?

[fearmylaserface]

No, it's absolutely wonderful.

[swordwaitress]

[ Aw, but she wanted feedback so she could get even better. ]

Well that's good then. Tell me if it needs anything more though, okay?