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[fogsong]

I used grease face paint once for Halloween. Never. Again. [ Gideon has all her sympathy! She never broke out worse than the days that followed. Ugh. ]

Holy shit, Gideon, I'm pretty sure you're like your world's version of Jesus.

[necrosavior]

I understand. You couldn't get me to do it until the whole going to Canaan House pretending to be a good little cavalier thing. Ugh.

Per what I know, that means people should be swearing by my name. "Oh Gideon Nav!" Aaaaand everyone should know who I am? So sure, sure sure sure. Sounds fun.

[fogsong]

Worn it since?

Yes and yes. Oh, and people will hang up images of you on their walls and pray to you and eat bread some priest prayed over that they'll pretend is your flesh. It's a little fucked up.

[necrosavior]

For special occasions in Folkmore. Or when I want to get Harrow all hot and bothered.

Swearing with my name? Check.
Hanging up images of me? Check.
Pray to me? A little weird.
Eat my fake body? Excuse me, this isn't the Third house. We're gonna nix that one. Nip it in the bud.

[fogsong]

Does she ever paint your face for you? That's pretty intimate now that I think of it.

So a no-go on grape juice for fake blood, too. Got it. Communion is gonna be sad.

[necrosavior]

She does. Before we came here, it might have been intimate, but it was also beleaguered, vindictive, and bitchy. Shortly after we found each other here, there was a summer camp, and one of the activities was body paint. I had her paint me all over. Every single bone. Each one labeled in her tiny script. Now that felt like a contact high.

Communion can be a community dinner.

[fogsong]

Spicy. FYI, edible paints are a thing. In case you didn't know.

I vote for a potluck and everyone has to bring a version of a salad. Potato salad. Macaroni salad. Pasta salad. Egg salad.

[necrosavior]

Do they taste bland? I bet they taste bland... that's promising. Maybe. I don't know. Who can understand the depths of Harrowhark's mind?

As long as meat salad is a thing, I'm in.

[fogsong]

I'm sure you can find bland ones. No harm in asking her about it.

...chicken salad.

[necrosavior]

Indeed, at worst she'll say no, and I'll get as much paint licked off of me as I am now.

Why stop at one meat? I'm thinking meat cubes rolled in spices, and there can be different spices and different meats. A real meat salad.

[fogsong]

Nothing can be lost but everything can be gained!

That sounds awful but you're the Jesus of... IDK, the Houses Universe. Jesus chooses their fantastic communion/community dinner spread.

[necrosavior]

That's what I like.

What's awful about mystery meat cubes when they are all tasty? Ha. Nine House Jesus. I'm sure Silas would call me an anti-Jesus.

[fogsong]

The mystery meat cube part, Gideon. Also, Jesus had all kinds of denouncers. That's just how it goes when you're the child of god.

[necrosavior]

Mystery like beef and pork and chicken! Not gross stuff. Pffft, I've always had my denouncers. Would love to see their faces when they learn God's my dad. Take that, suckers.

[fogsong]

Yeah, I don't want to eat a bowl of hot dogs & bologna but to each their own! Only a little judgment!

Hey, maybe they'll suck up to you after. Get all grovelly and weepy. "Oh, Jesus-Gideon, how stupid we were to have missed it!"

[necrosavior]

What would be YOUR personal weird salad of choice?

Oh man, imagining the great aunts blessing me and shit is so creepy. Everything they do is creepy. I just hope it gives Crux a heart attack.

[fogsong]

Watermelon salad! It's got mint in it!

Just threaten to tell your dad about him. Bet that'll kick that heart into overdrive and then zap.

[necrosavior]

What else is in it? Or is it just watermelon and mint?

Haha, I wish. There's no way my dad would show up to the Ninth House. That'd be like end of the world times.

[fogsong]

Cucumber and... feta cheese, I think. Simple, and notably not meaty.

What about a phone call? Video call?

[necrosavior]

I mean, I'll try it. Meat isn't an evil thing, you know. Especially not when you grew up without nearly as much as you'd like.

That isn't really a thing across that vast a distance. We got a letter summoning us to Canaan House.

[fogsong]

Meat isn't evil. Mysterious meat cube salad might be.

Then make him send a letter! Or a video message! There are options, Gideon.

[necrosavior]

How about this? We can have dinner sometime with both of our salads, and we can both try both. Surely you can handle facing mystery spiced meat one time.

Sure. My personal plan was never go back to the Ninth House again.

[fogsong]

Sounds like a plan to me.

Whatever works for you.

[necrosavior]

Nom nom nom. I love plans with food.

100%. Best plan. Let the great aunts die. Finally.

[fogsong]

Honestly. Same.

Dark but I like it.