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[bellabelgium]

[ It has been an obnoxiously long day. Actually, it's been a very long week. The planning, the comparing, the struggle to find the best quality but cheapest package, the preparations, the packing, weighing the luggage over and over so they don't have to check bags, the airport, the flight, the constant reassurance that little Lodewijk will be ALRIGHT with Luxembourg... by the end of it all she was starting to wonder if her idea was a good one. But they've finally arrived and whether it be out of frustration or relief, the place seems a lot nicer than she initially imagined.

There's a chill in the air but the sun does peek through the overcast snow clouds. The snow is fresh and beautiful and white, not like the gray slush back home. The lodge itself is heavy with the scent of hot smoked meat, old cedar and pine and there's something sweet and warm in the air, pastries perhaps? Fresh bread? The crackle of wood can be heard from the massive fireplace in lodge's common space and on the board with the specials for the day clearly says that they have mulled mead. MULLED MEAD.

She blinks at the sign for a moment, tired but her face lighting up with delight as she gives Ned a gentle tug of his sleeve, trying to pull his attention away from the man grabbing their room keys. ]

Ned, look... they have mulled mead. I haven't had mead in so so long.

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[handelaar]

I know.

[Miiiight be a little cocky about it. Of course he is, that's the point.]

[bellabelgium]

Well either stop or say something. Don't just sit there being passive aggressive.

[ So obnoxious. She hates it when he does that. It puts her on the spot and she hasn't done anything. ]

[handelaar]

[Welp, got called out on that one. He pads over to the bed and perches on the edge, reaching out to grab the nearest few fliers and leaf through them. When he comes upon a room service menu he silently hands it over without looking at the prices, because if he looks at the prices that's all he's going to think about.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She fights back a huff when he sits beside her, pointedly ignoring him before he hands something off to her. She blinks at him curiously before taking it. ]

The menu?

[ Elaborate. ]

[handelaar]

[He scrubs at the back of his neck before glancing over.]

Could eat first.

[bellabelgium]

Isn't it too much money?

[ Hmph. ]

[handelaar]

Prob'ly. I'm not looking at it.

[bellabelgium]

[ That gets her attention. ]

What, really? YOU aren't looking at prices?

[handelaar]

Ah. [Ahem.] No.

[Allllmost fidgeting.]

[bellabelgium]

[ Whoa... well then. ]

A-Alright.

[ She looks it over for a moment, glancing over at him. ]

How about we call something ahead and go hit the slopes, huh? You'll forget all about the prices then.

[handelaar]

[A nod, then he purses his lips and amends,]

You call somethin'. I'll put my stuff up.

[That way he won't have any idea of what it costs, and she can get exactly what she wants. She's the pickier one, anyway.]

[bellabelgium]

Ah, alright. But what do you want?

[ What if she gets him something he doesn't like? Then all he's gonna think about is the waste of money it was and ahdskjafsa ]

[handelaar]

Uh. Something with meat, I guess.

[Yep, that's... pretty much it, as far as instructions go. With that he rolls to his feet with a short grunt, rolls a shoulder, looks down just to make sure that's - okay, or whatever.]

You're the - [flappy hand] - food person.

[bellabelgium]

Alright well... I'll try and find something good then.

[ Turns back to the menu, pouring over it and hoping to find something he might like. ]

[handelaar]

[Bel pls he's the least picky eater. As long as it's not England-level cooking it's going to be fine. Unfortunately he doesn't seem to get that she's stressed about making that choice, and just figures that the menu he handed her wasn't to her liking.]

Uh. Or order from somethin' else if you don't like that menu. [A beat, and he bites on the side of his nail.] Whatever you wanna eat.

[bellabelgium]

What? No this is fine.

[ She ends up picking up the phone not a few minutes later, placing their order and telling them not to deliver until later that night, a hearty chicken stew for her and gravy smothered roast beef and potatoes for him. ]

[handelaar]

[Well... okay. For another moment or two he stands there and frets at his nails but leaves when she makes for the phone. Instead of eavesdropping he emphatically puts his bags away! And hangs up his nice set of clothing, and puts his shave kit in the bathroom - ends up just poking and prodding around the bathroom, in the end.

Christ, what a nice bathroom. Who the hell needs to pay for a spa when they've got this? He sticks his head out the door, looking around for her.]

Backtag~

[bellabelgium]

[ He could always just suggest that to her. She'll take a glorious bathroom and Ned over a spa any day.

By the time he pokes his head out she's already placed the order and is now going through her things on the bed, bag open, pulling out a thin, silky night slip she kind of meant as a surprise for him, sighing at it as she holds it up. Maybe she shouldn't have brought this... ]