i wish you would write a fic where aelwyn and ragh have a convo about the RVS?
"I can't believe you've never had goblin food before, A."
"Why are you constantly surprised to learn about my sad, repressed childhood?" Aelwyn uses a finger to wipe sauce from her lip. "You've seen my mother."
"I have to show you everything good in this world," Ragh laughs, full-bellied, and a bit of ground meat falls from his hand.
"You're a bad influence." She gives him a side eye and rubs the grease from her fingers on her shorts. "Look at me, I'm not even using a napkin."
"Attagirl!" He takes another celebratory shovelful of food into his mouth, a spicy sort of stir-fried sausage and potatoes served with flatbread and a sauce so hot it practically deals fire damage. "That's what RVS is all about, dude," he continues with his mouth full.
"Us being teenage delinquents--" Aelwyn starts.
"--Vigilantes--" Ragh interrupts.
"--or eating greasy food on Jawbone's copper?" Aelwyn finishes, giving him another glance and popping a bit of bread and nondescript vegetable stew into her mouth. "How very reformed."
"It's both!" Ragh laughs again. "RVS. Y'know. Uh..."
"Find a way to spell that out and make it make sense, I dare you."
"Ranch valley salad."
Aelwyn snorts. "Absolutely not."
"Rusty vodka shot."
"Ew, worse," Aelwyn swats at him and giggles. After a beat, she finishes chewing and adds thoughtfully, "Rice, vegetables, and sauce."
"Hell yeah, that's what it's all about." Ragh says, grabbing his plastic to-go cup of soda. He holds it up and ceremoniously clinks it against Aelwyn's, filled with sweet tea. "I can get behind that."
[ask meme]
