(1310-09-09) Sunday Brunch
Summary: Gregoire and Louna try to eat Sunday brunch together, which turns into an argument after a few cross words are spoken.
RL Date: 09/09/2018
Related: None
gregoire louna 

Leaping Fish Inn - Market Promenade

The Main Room of the Leaping Fish is tidy and well-kept - and warmed by a fire in the hearth to one side on colder days and evenings. An old tapestry depicting a pair of two leaping fish is adorning the opposite wall - a reference to both the ruling House of Mereliot and the name of the inn. The common room has five tables of sturdy oak with chairs and benches, between which two serving maids move to take orders or bring food and beverages. The air is filled with tasty smells of freshly cooked meals, and murmurs of conversation - and occasionally even melodies rippling through the room, when a lute player is around to provide entertainment. The fare is of good quality that even would not disappoint noble tastes.

There are stairs leading upstairs towards a number of comfortable and well kept rooms the inn has to offer.

When looking out of the windows, you see: It is a summer morning. The weather is warm and drizzling.


It's morning at the Leaping Fish inn. The smell of baked bread fills the air as patrons from upstairs start to come down to enjoy a hearty breakfast. Gregoire is sitting at a table, with a steaming cup of coffee and a plate filled with eggs, bacon, potatoes and bread just come out of the oven. It's clear the man's sour mood is up since he's lightly humming to himself in that perfect tenor as he sits back and enjoys the new possibilities of the day.

A second place has been set for his wife when she chooses to come down. A server quietly asks if the place setting should be removed. He waves to them to keep it there. Quietly explaining that his wife will be down shortly. The server gives an understanding look. For last night when they arrived there was quite a bit of drama when his wife realized these were the accommodations Gregoire secured since their town home isn't ready yet. Not the most noblest of settings but clearly the food is excellent. The bed sheets are clean. Gregoire has certainly slept in worse.

This is considered worse by her standards though come morning she at least has had the decency to not yell at him for not going further in to secure temporary accommodations. So Louna does come down the stairs in simple silk and hair left loose and her nose slightly wrinkled. Eventually making it to the setting left for her and perhaps some slight overproduction on the seats state of being. "We are finding a new place to stay until the house is done" Snippy tone and all.

"We are staying here till our accommodations can be finalized," Gregoire tells her with calm patience, "The inn keeper has agreed to store our trunks until the town home is ready. It should be no more than a week. There is no need to be relocating unless there is family in town that you wish to visit." His tone is slightly annoyed, but firm in his views, "You have clean water to bath in, fresh sheets and…" He points to the food before him, "The food is excellent. There is no reason to change."

"It is not appropriate" Louna hisses at him quietly, so as not to be heard, overheard by the staff. "I will find us a better place than some commoners inn Gregoire. Period. You may be comfortable here but I am not. So you can. stay here if you like But I will not." Annoyance risen to a higher level this morning. "so they can have my trunks separated from yours by the end of the day and I will tell them where to have it sent."

Gregoire gives a deep groan of long suffering at his wife's words, doing his best to still his anger, "Fine! You want to move us. Move us. But we're staying in the same residences." He motions to the inn around them, "But my requirements are fresh water, clean sheets and decent food. Not the food that barely fills the plate and I have to starve kind of food but a hearty meal." He takes a few bits of his food, stifling a few choice words but it's clear what he's thinking all over his face. He takes a sip of her coffee and tells her, "I don't see why you have to be such a snob…this is much better than that cabin on the ship. You're being silly."

Quick as a flash, her hand comes out and smacks his palm as he lifts her coffee. "Mine." She snaps out. "Drink your own damned coffee you beast" She says with a snarl. "a ship leaves little choice in accommodations. Marsilikos does not. you don't grab the first inn the moment you get off the ship!"

Gregoire snaps his hand back, realizing that indeed he grabbed the wrong coffee, "My apologies." He gives her a smile but the apology doesn't quite reach his eyes, "And darling, if you insist in using sweet nicknames, I shall have to make up one for you." He gives her a discriminating look, "Sweets…for you are so sweet in nature." The bent of sarcasm is in his voice as he mentions that, "Or Honey since you taste so sweet." He gets a wicked smile knowing there's one place that they don't argue, and he doesn't mind hinting at that, "And it was raining last night…you weren't complaining when they drew your bath. Or slept in a fresh bed. Apparently you are not a morning person so I shall forgive the lapse in manners."

The table at least doesn't flip but Louna at least takes that cup of coffee and throws the contents at his chest as she fumes, holding the now empty cup in her hand.

<FS3> Gregoire rolls Composure: Success. (8 6)

Gregoire manages not to lose his temper at his wife as she throws the hot coffee on him. Instead he gives a hearty laugh at his wife, "Really? This is how you want to be this morning? Should I take you upstairs and put you into a better mood?" He motions to the food in front of him, "Let me finish my meal at least woman. My hunger this morning is more for these eggs and bacon than your sour nature."

Not the reaction Louna expected and if anything it only incenses her further but there's no move away from the table. Just a smoldering stare that could curdle milk. easily. There's the offering of napkins from servers and her own food and when it comes, she sets in to daintily eating from her own plate. though the fork makes an audible sound each time she stabs her food.

Gregoire quietly thanks the servers for bringing him napkins, "My apologies, my wife, her hand slipped." He is badly lying but doesn't seem to care. He happily eats his own meal, not winching at all when her fork stabs her food and the sound of the tips are scrapping the plate. He does warn her, "If you break the plate, we will most likely need to pay for that." He gives her an innocent smile and takes another happy drink of his coffee.

"Coppers to replace. I will make sure they are left enough to replace all their plates in case i need yo throw them at your head" Sweetly spoken by Louna with venom.

"Hmmm, perhaps I should start wearing my armor to breakfast," Gregoire ponders as a servant comes to refill his glass. When they move to refill his wife's glass, he motions to the servant, "No…why don't you bring my wife something more soothing, cooler." The servant nods and runs away before any further discussion can be said, "After all, if I'm going to be soaking, it might as well be cooler since we are surrounded by such heat."

"He doesn't speak for me. In the least. More. Up to our room. I find the company lacking this morning. Have my food brought up to my room please as well. I have had enough I think." Louna speaks before she starts to depart.

Gregoire gives a deep sigh as the servant comes immediately to take his wife's plate upstairs and quiet apologies are given, "Fine…go hide in your room. I'll be downstairs, enjoying my meal and the quiet." He takes a distinct bite of his bread and gives a little happy noise, "Oh you should ask for these, they are quite pleasing." He gives her a razor edged smile as the servant assist his wife with her departure.

He pokes but Louna doesn't rise to the bait, just stands to depart the table with a flare of her nostrils and swish of skirts as she heads for the stairs.

Gregoire continues to eat his meal, glancing out the window and seemingly content with eating the rest of his meal alone. A few coins are passed to the servants for the disruption. Any ruffled feathers are attended to. Of course, he ensures his wife's meal is brought to her.

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