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Prince of Fire Emblem: Invitation

Showing up at work and his family's house unannounced after that huge going away event was the funniest thing Marui can remember in some time. Who'd have guessed all that partying was for only a week-long farewell? Naturally, they have to have another bash to celebrate their return. And there's one person in particular he wants to make sure will be there.

Now, where in the castle to find Lissa...

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She kept sending Felicia away at the top of the stairs. Maribelle could tell her all the livelong day that her darling princess' hands weren't made for passing plates and filling cups, but it was for her brother, and putting his meals in front of him was about the only way to guarantee he'd eat them.

Lissa tried to talk to him, but he kept everything so surface level...

She paused at the bottom of the staircase, wondering what she should do next.

"Oh! There you are," Marui says as he rounds the corner and spots Lissa at the bottom of the stairs leading up to her brother's quarters. Yukimura hasn't been very visible since their return; no doubt Lissa is worried about him. If he's honest, Marui is a bit worried, too. They all are. But for now, Marui is giving him his space. Lissa has elevated rights of intrusion as the little sister. He's glad she seems to be using them.

"Hello, Princess. I'm glad I found you. How's the situation with your brother?"

"Maybe don't ask me," she said, wrinkling her nose. "He's not exactly sharing his thoughts."

Persistence, though. A Cleric's job was healing. She thought of the Valentian holy woman on her journey, much further from home than Lissa was.

Marui's smile softens but doesn't lose any of its warmth or cheer. "He may not be sharing with words, but knowing you're there and how much you love him means more than you realize. You're his number one sunshine."

Lissa stuck her tongue out at him, mostly from lack of any more eloquent response.

"I'm just the only one whose opinion he doesn't have to worry about," she said, a little self-deprecatingly.

Marui laces his hands behind his head and lifts his brow. "Hm. You think so?"

Her answer is exactly the opposite of reality. Lissa's opinion matters more than anyone's to Yukimura. If he loses her, he's lost his world. It's not the sort of thing Marui can convince her of with words, though. She has to come to see it for herself.

Well, in the meantime, there's one sure fire cure to a mood like this. He starts strolling for the kitchen and glances over his shoulder.

"You comin'?"

She spares another glance up the stairs, picturing the door closed behind her.

"Guess so," she said, following without really looking where they were going.

It's not until they get close that she starts to smell the spices and things laying about, and perks up.

"You've barely been home a day, I can get Feli--"

She cuts herself off, glances both ways, and sighs.

"Well, okay. If you want to."

"Cakes are my hobby," he reminds her with a wink. "Anyway, no way you're getting one as delicious as mine from anyone else. They're genius."

He washes up and heads straight for the freezer, where he pulls out several different flavors of ice cream.

"Also..."

He pauses deliberately, just for effect. For emphasis on where he's taking this conversation.

"It's a great warm-up for the batch I'm making for the party."

She runs around so she's facing him, hands clasped in a pleading position.

"Please make sure it's chocolatey enough. And strawberry-y enough. Actually, have you ever thought about making savory cakes for dinner? I was thinkin' about that the other day... maybe force it on Seiichi as a surprise!"

Well that's one way to throw him off his game. What happened to his pace? It's gone.

Anyway, Lissa's suggestion is... well it sure is something.

"Savory cake... no, wait, isn't that just a casserole?"

"Absolutely not, because a casserole has no pastry in it," Lissa said authoritatively.

"But maybe I could make cup-casseroles for the soldiers when they go out next!"

Lissa is technically correct. Casseroles are in no way cakes. On the other hand, cakes are in no way savory more than sweet, and the creation of such a thing would be a crime against food.

Still, this conversation is taking an amusing turn. He grins.

"Cakes don't have pastry either."

Seiichi was safely in the back of her mind for the moment, because she just needed to think about something less dire.

"You're not seriously going to tell me there's a complex distinction between baked goods, are you? You bake and they're good, right?"

"Nnnngh... But you bake casseroles, too!"

He hasn't forgotten the point of his coming to find her. This just... this is fun. It's happy. She's having fun and so is he. Also that ice cream is going to start melting if he doesn't get to work. He gets a couple of big bowls from the cupboard, a few bananas, a jar of chopped walnuts, and some other toppings.

Lissa starts looking for other potentially helpful ingredients, like jellies and sweet preserves. She isn't exactly worried about making a mess here.

"I hope this isn't bad news," she said, dropping a handful of spoons within Marui's reach. "Private sundaes seem a little too special."

"Who said you needed bad news to enjoy a sundae?" It was actually more because she'd seemed down on herself a minute ago, but they'll get to that. He peels a couple of the bananas and halves them lengthwise.

"The only thing I have for you is an invitation."

"Not to St. Rudolph, I'm guessing...!"

She tried to laugh, but it didn't quite come out that way.

"Do you have one for Seiichi, too?"

"Of course I do," he assured her as he slices the bananas in half again and begins scooping the different flavors of ice cream into the bowls.

"I'm thinking about this Friday at sunset. How about it? Can you make that?"

"Prooobably I could, if you tell me when and where."

She involuntarily glanced up, vaguely in the direction of Seiichi's tower. Can't call her his sunshine and expect her not to fret about leaving him by himself.

"Maybe help me drag him along," she said under her breath.

He notices.

"Don't worry, he won't miss this. You're the guest of honor, after all."

"The what now?"

"What did I do this time?"

"You make it sound like you're in trouble!"

"That's not exactly out of the question, is it?"

She wrung her hands. "I can't believe I got you thrown in jail!"

Marui abandons his sundae assembly; he's laughing too hard.

After a few moments, he calms himself down enough to look her in the eyes and say with warm frankness: "Where did you get this idea? I got me thrown in jail, Princess."

And if his tone is any indication, he'd do it again, without hesitating.

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