prince-pretection-program:

its-not-crazy:

(Even if they haven’t met, I’ll just use my amazing knowledge to see what they would think of that person.)

( will likely do just her thoughts, lololol)

(via fruit-sandwich)

dancing-with-castanets asked: Maya, sweetheart? Heeeelllooooo~ [Taps her on the shoulder, giggling softly.]

Selena! /smiles and quickly gives her a hug/ Hiya Selena! Heehee~ It’s been a while! But, I guess that’s more my fault! /giggles/ How are you?

Maya collapsed on her bed with a light sigh. The people at the college she and Granny visited were nice enough to put them up with a hotel, but nothing compared to the comfort of her own inn. It was an unfortunate side effect of being the daughter of inn-owners. No matter where you stayed there was the tendency to compare other hotels to your own. 

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Maya let out a low moan while she rolled over in bed. This had to be the tummy-ache of a lifetime. No, the whole century! Maybe…trying to make casserole with maple syrup and dried olives was a bad idea. Or it could have been the omelet she tried to coax Mom into eating. She did say that the tuna she put in didn’t look like it was cooked all the way through. That and it had a weird sort of blue-purplish tint from the blueberries, but she’d eaten it anyways. She’d eaten it all anyways. All out of spite.

Any left over eggs from the festival the week before had rapidly depleted from her endeavors. Custard, scrambled eggs, egg over rice, pudding, eggs Benedict, even hard boiled eggs had all come out so disastrously wrong that all her family had made excuses not to try them. Not even once! If no one else would taste test her food, that left it to her. Maya hadn’t tried her own food in so long she forgot what a horrible cook she was. If it was even possible, she might have gotten worse.

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three-dollar-gill:

Oh, that’s quite alright. I don’t need anything particularly fancy. Fancier is a bad thing, sometimes, after all. [Quirks a brow and gestures to the couch closest to his desk, clearing some of his belongings and paperwork in order to make a surface for them to eat.]

I don’t mind in the slightest. In fact, I’d quite enjoy that. [Blinks, looking up— and catching the way she’s looking at him, before saying a bit more forcefully, earnestly.] Not busy at all.

/Brightens a little. Hums little disjointed bits of songs as she sets out their lunch/ Granny was cooking a bunch of stuff for the Egg Festival today. /giggles/ I know you don’t like sweets much, buuutt… /looks around, then leans in, whispering conspiratorially/ I snuck in and got us some pudding for dessert! /grins proudly before she takes out her sandwich and takes a large bite out of it, watching Gill as she does so. Oblivious to the crumbs she’s getting all over her dress/  

(Source: candiescakesandpastriesohmy)

/Smiles flickers for a second one she realizes that something’s sorta off. Gilly doesn’t look so good. The one that returns is slightly less care-free, tainted with concern, but a smile nonetheless/ Yuppers, Gilly! I figured you’d be hungry! Um…Sorry it isn’t anything too fancy this time around. Granny’s kinda busy, and Mom’s the only one she’d let in the kitchen. /hands the bag to him/ Can I have lunch with you today, Gilly? Are you…um… busy? /Ventures carefully, searching his face/

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