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Family Dinner || Eclipse
Lymantria wasn’t sure where all this strange maternal energy she’d been flooded with lately had come from, but she thought this dinner was a lovely idea. There was also something very romantic about Megara making food and also something very cozy about using Meg’s leftover filo to make baklava.
Of course, now that meant leaving it in the oven while she went out in the backyard and picked some flowers for the dinner table. She could use her magic to make them a little centerpiece, but the wildflowers were in a beautiful bloom and she thought there was something charming about that.
The doorbell rang and by the time Lymantria walked up, Megara had answered it and the gangly sorceress was looking around their house. Ash hid behind the couch, but poked her head out curiously.
“Hello,” said Lymantria, smiling. She’d met Vanessa through Berlioz and at first had been a little put off by her brashness. But Meg clearly saw something in her and after she’d shown up at Pixies a few times and they worked together more, Lymantria grew to have a soft spot for her.
“Wow, all this for me?” Vanessa blurted out. “This is — thanks.” Her cheeks colored a slight pink. “I, uh, brought a bottle of wine?” She swung her backpack around and unzipped it, revealing a bottle. “Don’t they say not to show up to a party empty handed?”
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“Don’t think too much of it, more of an apology that we’re only just doing this before you head off. Stuff your face before you eat your food from a tube or something.” Meg continued to tease with a smirk and took the wine, “Ah, not bad. A change from the hard liquor we constantly deal with.” She gave a slight wink and motioned for her to step through the door.
At the sight of a new person, Ash seemed to size up the state of the girl and cautiously move forward.
“That’s Ash. Wandered in one day and Ly just had to take in the stray.” She gave her wife a pointed yet playful look before moving into the kitchen, “Hope you brought your appetite.”
She fished the wine glasses out from the cupboard, really had they not gone to IKEA it would have been out of various glass mugs and cups and not standard wine glasses. They had to have a full set of something somewhere after all.
“We’ve got lamb finishing up, spanakopita and baklava.” She glanced over towards the timer again, determined not to lose sight of it as she brushed around past her wife playfully. “So, I know I tease you and everything, but what’s the deal with this camp anyways? Anyone else you know going or is it a fresh start with new Americans or something?”













