PSL with apestalmenos

[beshackled]

The way into Abyssos barred by warding sigil, there is yet no present way forward for them to continue into the depths of Pandæmonium, to find that which is the source of the facility's troubles, and by extension their own. Yet, as surely as they had encouraged their ally to take a reprieve and attend to the matters of reporting to others, so, too, do similar thoughts come to mind as he turns his thoughts to his present company.

Quiet though he can be, Erichthonios makes the effort to broach the subject himself, hand stretching out in gesture as he seeks to offer his other new acquaintance reassurance that all will be well, that the world will not fall to ruin if Themis takes a moment to pursue his own desires.

"You... wished to pass a message to your friend, did you not? I know you are concerned about the protective wards, but all seems... calm, for the moment. If you would like to try, I do not think a short amount of time away will invite much trouble."

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[apestalmenos]

Themis doesn't really think of himself as a guest. At least, not one for whom any special effort should be put forth. Even this particular meal was mostly just supposed to ensure they kept up their energy levels for the tasks ahead, despite actually being carried out in a way Themis feels is much more of a social activity than usually necessary. If he truly stopped to think about it, he would absolutely have a moment of wondering whether he should be having as good a time as he is, but he just can't help enjoying Erichthonios' company and doesn't see a reason to pretend not to.

The very serious issues at hand will be dealt with. And for now he can just laugh, letting it fade into an amused smile at Erichthonios' reply to the hypothetical situation and the following question.

"Excessive, you say?" That gives him pause, and he raises a curled hand to his lips as he thinks on that. "I will have to try it that way one day. Perhaps when I am feeling more adventurous," he decides with a warm smile.

[beshackled]

Erichthonios cannot help but take notice. It is as though the smile pulls him in, leaving him all the more self-conscious when he realizes just how long he has been looking. Lightly abashed, he shuffles his weight nervously, avoiding eye contact as he gathers once more his wits.

Yet, somehow, he cannot stop smiling.

"A-ah. Mayhap when less troublesome matters weigh upon us."

That said, mayhap it would be best to finish up quickly. Making use of the nearest suitable surface, Erichthonios takes up the fork, using the side to cut a wedge out of the small pancakes.

"...This... was enjoyable. I would be glad to do it again."