Day 50: Cafeteria (Brunch)

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Somehow, after their talk in the chapel, Elaine felt simultaneously more accepting of and more irritated by her future husband. On the one hand, seven years had clearly been good to him. He seemed more sincere and thoughtful than he had been before his disappearance, and he had a more mature (dare she say, handsome?) look to him. On the other hand, there were clearly some things that made even time throw up its hands in vain and say, "To hell with this!" Guybrush was still inexorably prone to disastrous accidents if the story about the Pox of LeChuck was anything to go by, and he was so obviously keeping something important from her that any passing dolt in the Institute would have been able to tell. In the end, that eternal underlying sweetness of his that won out, keeping her from punching him again, at least. That was only by a hairs width, though. Her snugglecakes was going to have to stay on his best behaviour if he knew what was good for him.

She left the Mighty Pirate™ alone for the time being when the announcement of the next shift went off. He would want some time to catch up with Morgan next, presumably. As much as the woman's attitude bothered her, she was a friend of Guybrush's, as she had claimed. Elaine could be strict, but she wasn't the kind of shrewish future wife/past fiancé who would keep her man from seeing his friends. Besides, she needed some more time to catch up on the goings-on of the Institute. Patients filled the building to the brim, now, it seemed; there would be a lot to investigate.

After a few quick trips back and forth to the bulletin and a few new leads to follow up on, the governor gave in to her nurse's persistent nagging and headed to the cafeteria for brunch. After the relatively light fare of the day before, Elaine took advantage of the Institute's admittedly scrumptious offerings and loaded up a full, balanced brunchfast of eggs, sausage links, waffles, and vegetable soup. As expected, the selection of drinks did not offer either root beer or grog. Grog she could live without, at least, she thought while making a face. Eugh. For now, she settled for a tall glass of water.

Elaine settled into a seat in the cafeteria and tucked into her meal. Her eyes didn't stay on her food, though, instead gazing around restlessly; she hadn't seen LeChuck so far this morning, and god forbid he wanted to invite himself to brunch with her if he chose now to show up. A certain horribly unpleasant dinner on Mêlée Island came to mind. She was prepared to either move at the first sign of the dread pirate or signal a random stranger to sit with her before he could.

[For Dean]

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"'m not you, Yuyuko," the youkai mumbled into the ghost's shoulder. Though she did spend a lot of time asleep, and had developed such skills as sleep-walking and sleep-shikigami-evasion, sleep-eating, of any sort, had avoided her. On the ghosts part however, putting something delicious near her mouth, whether or not she was awake, was a sure death sentence.

Speaking of food, breakfast was starting to smell more appetizing. Why wouldn't she be interested in it before? Somehow, Yukari got a nagging feeling there was something else she wanted, something that wouldn't require the effort of actually reaching over to her tray or stop burying her face in her friend's sleeve.

"What did I want... I want my head to make more sense," she mumbled with a groan. The gaps between thoughts seemed like insurmountable barriers, barring any connection as she flitted from one to the next. The effort to make those connections... she just couldn't muster it right now.

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"That would be confusing," Yuyuko said, pondering Yukari's quip. "We'd have to split the netherworld in two. And Youmu. She'd probably be against it." The last was said as though this was the willful disobedience of an unruly child.

"You could probably manage it if you weren't me... maybe we could borrow that celestial's sword." Yuyuko was good at borrowing. Two Yuyukos would be better, though probably not quite as good as the proven Yukari-Yuyuko combination.

Beyond that... Yukari sounded badly hung-over. "Did you find something nice to drink last night? Maybe that's how you lost your pillow."

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"Just give me the soft half and you can keep her other half," Yukari mumbled, not really sure which half that would actually be. Ghost or human, that girl was rather squishy.

"Too annoying, don't want to ask her," she immediately dismissed the ghost's suggestion about asking the celestial for her land-splitting powers.

"I found some soda," the youkai replied honestly, clinging tentatively to whatever topic of conversation Yuyuko threw her way. "Did I lose my pillow?" She was fairly sure she'd had it when she'd woken up.