no one and nothing can break through

[predecir]

[Well! That sure did happen!

Bruno does not organize an afterparty. He's not a party organizer in general - that was Wu. But he knows he was completely useless, if not downright actively unhelpful, during that whole thing, and he already feels guilty enough. He has to be useful somehow. Otherwise, why's he even here? 

So, before everyone can leave the teleportation circle in the dining room and all go their own separate ways, Bruno mumbles something about making food and takes off for the kitchen. He'll be there for a couple of hours, whipping up some quick chicken sancocho, with Olive on rice duty. Azul can be in charge of actually grabbing people and bringing them in - god forbid Bruno do anything like that - but if anyone does happen to be there to take one, he'll make them up a bowl. Otherwise, he's just gonna leave it all warming on the stove. 

There's also some arroz con leche simmering for later, if anybody wants dessert! He'll put cinnamon in it, and then add some hot chocolate to the lineup as well. He's no Julieta, of course, but at least he's made something? It's not enough, but it's...something.]

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[predecir]

[Bruno chuckles in return.]

Oh, yeah, I'm great at that! If a few more of my rats show up, I'll show you one of our theatre productions.

[cuttingremark]

Rat-based theater productions? [It sounds absurd, but so is everything about this situation.] How do you get them to cooperate?

[predecir]

Years of training. A lot of cheese. I think they eat as much as I do, spoiled little things.

[His voice is fond.]

[cuttingremark]

As is often the way with pets.

[predecir]

Heh, yeah. Gotta keep them fed, no matter what. I mean, they're actually better at stealing food than I am, they just can't carry too much of it.

[cuttingremark]

A limitation I'm sure vexes them daily.

[Slowly, Loki gets to his feet before turning to offer Bruno a hand up.]

Come on. The Prince wouldn't want us to sit in this musty old room wallowing all night.

[predecir]

Ah...no, he wouldn't.

[Smiling ruefully, Bruno accepts the hand up.]

He'd probably be mad at me for spending this much time in there. "Bruno, what are you doing in this dusty closet? Go use this sugar scrub on your face!"

[cuttingremark]

Perhaps I'll have a bubble bath in his honor.

[predecir]

[Bruno chuckles.]

You should! I think he'd like that. With extra bubbles, and something that smells nice.