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[ulaulakahuna]

[he might have done that to himself, but archie ate an orange rind. nanu still counts it as his win.]

[The cake certainly looks like a cake. Nanu's not a big fan of sweets, but the gesture is thoughtful; one slice won't ruin his day, anyhow.]

Hmh... Considering I spilled an equal amount of beans, I'd say there's no thanks necessary.

[broceanic]

[he shrugs a little awkwardly, swiveling around on the stool he's on to give krookodile more pats. good boy. archie cups his snout and rubs his fingers along it.]

You didn't have to. It just helped, is all...

[ulaulakahuna]

[Krookodile happily accepts more attention, even if he's disappointed that he's not getting cake.]

[(Two pairs of eyes peek out from underneath the cough, watching the interaction.)]

It did? Huh. [He doesn't start eating yet, just looks at Archie over the cake.] Then I guess taking a walk that night was worth it.

[broceanic]

Y-yeah.

[nanu being so earnest is REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE FOR HIM.]

Glad I made it to that bench in my stupor. [his attention is still on krookodile.] Ah... well, both my cargos were delivered. I can get out your hair.

[ulaulakahuna]

[WHOSE FAULT IS THAT, YOU EMOTIONAL MAN]

Nope. [he says with little enthusiasm, though Krookodile agrees] You brought this sugar rush into my house, you're going to eat a part of it before you leave.

[weird threat but ok]

[broceanic]

There's egg in it. I'm a vegetarian.

[that's a bad excuse. mostly because he made it eggless.]

[ulaulakahuna]

No there's not.

[he knows he wouldn't have baked it that way in the first place!! or...is pretty sure. regardless, he knows how to make himself authoritative even if it's over something petty like this.]

[he taps the empty plate with the knife. eat your cake, archie]

[broceanic]

I hate you. So much.

[he says, as he eats the delicious cake.]

[ulaulakahuna]

Sorry, do you want your "thank-you-Nanu" cake back?

[broceanic]

No. And I'm going to make you another one. Before you can finish this one. Maybe Anabel will ask some questions. She's a very talented Interpol chief, after all.

[he sticks his fork into the cake. looks up with an over the top pout, resting his hands on krookodile's snout.]

You can keep pressing, Nanu, but I'll get emotional. I will cry. That's a promise.

[ulaulakahuna]

[Krookodile is not-so-subtly staring at the cake, his long snout under the table.]

Is that your version of a threat? Needs work.

[broceanic]

How the mighty have fallen, right?