✧ 02

[notyetlost]

[A. 1333 Benny Road]

[Lauranatis family, your favorite neighbor is here. He'll just let himself in, no need to trouble yourselves with getting up.]

Liet! I heard you were like totally diseased and stuff so I made my wife make you something to make you feel better!

[Hope you like Lime Jello Marshmallow Cottage Cheese Surprise!]

[B. Phone - Filtered to Stone 456]

Hey Lizzy! Ditch your obnoxious husband for the afternoon and lets go shopping, I'm bored.

Oh and while we're out I want to annoy the shoe salesman who was harassing me about wanting to try on the polkadot heels before I bought them last week.

We can make him pull every pair of shoes in the store to fit us with--you take the ladies side and I'll take the men's side-- and we won't buy any of them! I figure we can make him break down and cry after an hour. Maybe forty-five minutes if we're totally on our game.

It'll be fun!

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[balaton]

[There's a sound of a plate crashing against something in the background--probably the wall--but Elizaveta doesn't sound disturbed by it in the least.]

Only if you buy me something nice to drink afterwards. I have a feeling I'll need it.

[notyetlost]

Deal!

But um... What was that shattering noise?

[balaton]

My sanity. You know, the usual. ["No, you don't need to know where I'm going!" she yells to someone off the phone.] Pick you up in half an hour? I have the car today.

[notyetlost]

[Oh so it's Gilbert.] Yeah that works.

Or you know sooner. Sooner is good too.

[balaton]

I'm being nice and giving you enough time to freshen up, sweetie, but I'll be there as fast as I can. [counting the minutes it will take her to get into another verbal match before leaving the house.]

[notyetlost]

The sooner I see you, the nicer you're being! [He just doesn't want her to spend anymore time with her lame husband than she's obligated to.]

I'll be waiting out front. See you sooner!

[balaton]

Right you are, Fel. [When she arrives, it's odd to see her in a decent dress instead of her usual uniform, a stylish scarf about her head, and even a hint of perfume. It's evidently Feliks' good influence on her. The pack of cigarettes she tosses into the glove compartment is not, however. She's quick to put it out of sight right before honking for her friend to come out to the driveway.]

[notyetlost]

About time Lizzy-- [Feliks hops over to the car at her honking, leaning in the window to greet her.]

Oh my mistake Ms. Monroe, I totally thought you were someone else. [He's teasing.]

[balaton]

Just because you picked the dress it totally means you get to butter me up. [She beams back. She hardly gets that sort of compliments at home.] Now hop in. We have a shoe shop to terrorize.

[notyetlost]

Well, it's like way easy to butter up someone when they're as super cute as you are. Although yeah, my influence in your closet definitely makes it even easier.

[With a laugh, Feliks will climb into the passenger seat.]

Onward!

[balaton]

[Backing out effortlessly into the street (she's had years of practice on this car, courtesy of not wanting to stay in the house), Elizaveta guiltlessly speeds down, happy to get away. Her temporarily dyed hair flies behind her, a sensation familiar of... Something at the back of her head.]

Something odd happened the other day... [She starts hesitantly, not sure how to bring it up.]

[notyetlost]

Oh yeah? [Feliks picks a piece of rouge lint off his vest, before idly releasing it out the car window.] Odd like how?

[balaton]

[Once they stop at a light, she reaches back for her bag, fishing around in it for a small object before depositing a wedding ring in Feliks's hand.]

I found it in my room.

...It's not mine.

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[vytis]

[Poland is doing no favors for his headache at all. Well, he was a little hopeful when he heard Poland call him Liet, and not Toris or... Tori? Or whatever ridiculous thing Poland might do to it. But everything else in that sentence is suspicious.

The food, though, is the thing which convinces him Poland is just as brainwashed as most of the town. But he can't be rude...]

Um--thank you...?

[Seriously what is that.]

[notyetlost]

You're welcome!

Where does Koharu keep your plates and that big serving spoon thing? [Don't mind him rummaging through your cabinets and drawers.]

[vytis]

You haven't eaten here enough that you know where they are?

[It's surprisingly easy to pretend this situation is normal, actually. Well, except for the headache, and his mind's insistence on pelting him with the idea of Mayfield as the best town ever. He's not sure what to do about Poland when Poland's like this.]

[notyetlost]

Pfft! [Feliks laughs.] I don't do the kitchen stuff, that's like the ladies domain. You know that.


Oh here we go! [Feliks yanks out two plates and a spatula, it's close enough to a serving spoon in his opinion.] So like, how big of a piece do you want?

[vytis]

[Now he's going to have to eat this stuff, isn't he? He realizes he'd kill for Poland to be whining at him to make paluszki or something and isn't sure how to feel about that.]

I don't have much of an appetite...

[It's not even a lie, really. His headache throbs and he sits down at the table, letting his head drop onto it and looking at least four times more worried than usual.]

[notyetlost]

This will make you feel better! [He'll just plop a large piece onto Liet's plate and pushing it across the table into his line of vision.

In all it's green jiggly marshmellow-y cottage cheesy glory for Liet's eyes to behold.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania just looks at it as it wiggles on the plate. Why would you even mix cottage cheese and marshmallows and jell-o?]

Poland... [He sighs.] How is this supposed to make me feel better?

[notyetlost]

Yeah it's supposed to make you feel better, it's jell-o. I mean what other food dances around like that, it has to be good.

[Feliks will cut a significantly smaller piece for himself and watch it wiggle on his fork for a bit before asking,] What's a Poland?

[vytis]

[Oh, right. Well, that's a pretty good reminder of the situation. Lithuania watches the food some more, though he doesn't lift his head off the table.]

It's a country. In Europe. [He's half hoping this will jog Poland's memory, but he isn't really expecting much.]

[willbeurprincess]

[Koharu steps in and stops. Oh gosh what is that on her dining table no. No. That's...no.]

...Hello Feliks, Toris. ...I'll just put the rest of this away, yes? [Swooping in to grab that jello and heading for the fridge. Love your wife for she is giving you an out] Oh and Toris, do you want some saltines? You shouldn't eat anything too sweet, it might not be good for your headache.

[notyetlost]

Like, don't you want to try some before you put it away? [Feliks holds out his fork to Koharu to sample.]

Oh please, Liet. The only country I care about is the US of A.

[vytis]

A-ah, yes, you're right-- [Lithuania's distracted from his train of thought in going along with Koharu to get out of eating that--stuff--by Poland's next words. It's not as if he can blame Poland for it when he's brainwashed, but--]

...Don't say things like that.