fic: Food Coma
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bonnefoisTitle: Food Coma
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1320
Author's note:
Part of Holidaze. Past works here
November 1st.
The wine glass in his hand had begun to sink towards the floor. At least it was empty. And what a lovely batch it had been. So tart, and fragrant. Nahyuta drew in a breath. He could catch the scent of cloves, of the pumpkin-scented candle that had burnt down as both Skye sisters had cooked--then joined by her sister's erstwhile girlfriend, whose robots had done the rest.
The bright string of lights, hastily put up turned blurry as his eyes began to close. Though, he thought it must be more for Ema's sake than Lana's. His head lolled, and he caught himself, a bit embarrassed, though no one was there to see him. How many drinks had it been? Ah, what a beautiful holiday. He remembered....
*
A few hours earlier.
The table was set with a bounty of food. Technically, Thanksgiving was the fourth Thursday in November. However, they were in the states and Ema came up with the idea to give him a taste of Thanksgiving.
(Or perhaps, she merely wanted to have another Thanksgiving. To spend time with her family...and to have another excuse to eat big meals.)
They'd ended up at Lana's place, a clean and minimal place with lots of whites and soft colors. Modern lines and new furnishings.
The table was old, however. Much history had happened here, on this family heirloom. The lace on the white tablecloth had slightly begun to yellow with age. The fine china had some nicks and cracks in them. From what Nahyuta had researched, such porcelain dining wear was given as a wedding present and passed down through he years.
Lana wore a red sweater and dark skirt. Lana wore her usual attire, almost futuristic. Was it a point not to dress up on her part? A joke, or some kind of snide remark on what family time would get. She had her robots--strange things as they were--in the kitchen doing tasks.
Ema hadn't packed enough to dress up quite so much. He wore his proseuctor's garb, while she'd managed to get on a teal sweater which was very fluffy and soft over a t-shirt. She'd worn her usual heels with bows on them, and capris due to lack of clothes.
"So, do you want to start, or me?"
Aura looked up, sharp. "Giving thanks isn't my kind of thing. I'll get more wine." She left the room without another word.
"Giving thanks? You never wanted to when we were little. You always wanted to just eat," Lana said.
She gave Ema a searching glance. "You probably just want to get drunk and brag about your fiancee all night."
Ema puffed out her cheeks. "I'm glad we're all happy, okay? Despite everything, we've persevered. So, let's enjoy this wine before Aura breaks out in hives."
Lana smiled. Aura came in, a bottle in hand. "I like her; she gets it."
"That's very high praise, considering," Lana said.
"I'll take whatever I can get," Ema said.
She continued on.
"I'm glad we can all be here together, on this early Thanksgiving day. I should've gotten Mr. Wright and co. out here, but they were all busy," Ema said.
"Aura probably wouldn't get along with them, anyways," Lana said.
"Ah, it wouldn't be boring, that was for sure," Ema said.
"And I'm glad the food looks delicious, glad my job is going so well, and so is my engagement," Ema said.
Lana stared down at her glass of wine.
"I am glad that...things worked themselves out back then, and Ema is happier. That is all."
She glanced to Aura. "Aura?"
"Not my type of thing," Aura said.
"Nahyuta?"
"We're gonna be here eight hours by the time he's done," Ema said.
"I am grateful that peace has returned to Khura'in, that my family has reunited, and justice has prevailed--and that despite all odds, due to some wondrous fate, I was able to meet and love Ema."
He took her hand and squeezed it.
"And this food looks incredibly delicious, and I am grateful to partake in it."
Ema smiled back at him.
Anyways, let's dig in."
And the food, it was delicious, delectable, and a bounty of new experiences. This mashed potato was unlike the Taro he was used to. Soft and fluffy and buttery. Each taste was like his boyhood dreams of what eating a cloud would be like.
There was the turkey, soft and fragrant, cooked with herbs and some sort of glaze. And the cranberries--oh, he must bring it all to Khura'in. All of it, every single one.
Ema seemed to enjoy it just as much, taking third helpings and filling her plate very full.
And then, came the pumpkin pie. It was such a wonderful mix of textures and flavors. The flakiness of the crust mixed with the soft yet perfectly firm pie filling of a deep orange. It was sweet, yet filled with some sort of delicious spices.
He closed his eyes and savored each bite.
"Did he choke?" Lana said worriedly.
"Nope. He's just having a moment," Ema said.
"Sometimes Nahyuta gets...reverent about food," Ema said.
"Sounds like you," Lana said.
Ema smiled. "We get each other. At least on this point."
"I am deeply grateful to experience this. To be here with Ema's family, and with Ema herself. And this pie....sublime. Delicious. Incredible."
"Wait until you try the drinks Aura brought. This is some high quality stuff," Ema said.
Aura smirked at that.
*
Present.
"Oh, there you are. Passed out with a food coma?"
His eyes opened slowly. Even then, he longed to go back to that sleepy, dreamy state where the decorations of this holiday were a colorful series of birds, all in golds and oranges like the fall. The living room was small, yet cozy. A brown loveseat, a large, comfy reclining chair of leather. That was what he had sat on.
The television was off, and books adorned the walls in tasteful bookcases. He approved; his office looked similar.
The word came to him, how putrid.
"...Food coma? Is that serious? Should we go to the hospital?"
She was tipsy, certainly. She climbed up onto the chair with him, and let out a yawn. "Turkey has L-Tryptophan, but studies are now showing that it's not enough to cause the Thanksgiving Food Coma. Studies are finding that it's just a reaction to so many carbs, so much good warm food. And wine. Ahh, I love carbs." Ema nuzzled against him.
"One day, perhaps you shall love me as much as you love these carbs," Nahyuta said.
Ema laughed. "Silly, I can multitask. Don't tell me my Snackoos make you fell like the side piece."
"Would your sister be offended if I asked for a recipe?"
"Knowing her everything came from cans. Unless Aura did something, but I'm guessing her style of cooking is either cans or takeout, too. She'd like it, though."
"I read of stories of those who jealously guarded their secrets, as if they were the sacred texts."
"That sounds a lot like my sister...but not about cooking," Ema said.
"I like this holiday. It is a time of gathering and thanksgiving. Perhaps as my time as head of Khura'in, I shall make a holiday of it."
"Khura'inese Thanksgiving, huh? Make it another day than today. That's all I ask."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, so I can celebrate multiple ones and get twice the food. Three times if I celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving," Ema said.
"I like this idea," Nahyuta said.
"Knew you'd see my way," Ema said.
"Hope we spend plenty more of these together," Ema said.
"A lifetime, surely. No, a thousand lifetimes or more," Nahyuta said.
"You want to be annoyed by me that many times?"
"What, dear Ema? No mention of such things being unscientific."
"I'm marrying a monk. I'm going to just have to get used to the unscientific parts," Ema said.
He chuckled softly and cupped her face to kiss her.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1320
Author's note:
Part of Holidaze. Past works here
November 1st.
The wine glass in his hand had begun to sink towards the floor. At least it was empty. And what a lovely batch it had been. So tart, and fragrant. Nahyuta drew in a breath. He could catch the scent of cloves, of the pumpkin-scented candle that had burnt down as both Skye sisters had cooked--then joined by her sister's erstwhile girlfriend, whose robots had done the rest.
The bright string of lights, hastily put up turned blurry as his eyes began to close. Though, he thought it must be more for Ema's sake than Lana's. His head lolled, and he caught himself, a bit embarrassed, though no one was there to see him. How many drinks had it been? Ah, what a beautiful holiday. He remembered....
*
A few hours earlier.
The table was set with a bounty of food. Technically, Thanksgiving was the fourth Thursday in November. However, they were in the states and Ema came up with the idea to give him a taste of Thanksgiving.
(Or perhaps, she merely wanted to have another Thanksgiving. To spend time with her family...and to have another excuse to eat big meals.)
They'd ended up at Lana's place, a clean and minimal place with lots of whites and soft colors. Modern lines and new furnishings.
The table was old, however. Much history had happened here, on this family heirloom. The lace on the white tablecloth had slightly begun to yellow with age. The fine china had some nicks and cracks in them. From what Nahyuta had researched, such porcelain dining wear was given as a wedding present and passed down through he years.
Lana wore a red sweater and dark skirt. Lana wore her usual attire, almost futuristic. Was it a point not to dress up on her part? A joke, or some kind of snide remark on what family time would get. She had her robots--strange things as they were--in the kitchen doing tasks.
Ema hadn't packed enough to dress up quite so much. He wore his proseuctor's garb, while she'd managed to get on a teal sweater which was very fluffy and soft over a t-shirt. She'd worn her usual heels with bows on them, and capris due to lack of clothes.
"So, do you want to start, or me?"
Aura looked up, sharp. "Giving thanks isn't my kind of thing. I'll get more wine." She left the room without another word.
"Giving thanks? You never wanted to when we were little. You always wanted to just eat," Lana said.
She gave Ema a searching glance. "You probably just want to get drunk and brag about your fiancee all night."
Ema puffed out her cheeks. "I'm glad we're all happy, okay? Despite everything, we've persevered. So, let's enjoy this wine before Aura breaks out in hives."
Lana smiled. Aura came in, a bottle in hand. "I like her; she gets it."
"That's very high praise, considering," Lana said.
"I'll take whatever I can get," Ema said.
She continued on.
"I'm glad we can all be here together, on this early Thanksgiving day. I should've gotten Mr. Wright and co. out here, but they were all busy," Ema said.
"Aura probably wouldn't get along with them, anyways," Lana said.
"Ah, it wouldn't be boring, that was for sure," Ema said.
"And I'm glad the food looks delicious, glad my job is going so well, and so is my engagement," Ema said.
Lana stared down at her glass of wine.
"I am glad that...things worked themselves out back then, and Ema is happier. That is all."
She glanced to Aura. "Aura?"
"Not my type of thing," Aura said.
"Nahyuta?"
"We're gonna be here eight hours by the time he's done," Ema said.
"I am grateful that peace has returned to Khura'in, that my family has reunited, and justice has prevailed--and that despite all odds, due to some wondrous fate, I was able to meet and love Ema."
He took her hand and squeezed it.
"And this food looks incredibly delicious, and I am grateful to partake in it."
Ema smiled back at him.
Anyways, let's dig in."
And the food, it was delicious, delectable, and a bounty of new experiences. This mashed potato was unlike the Taro he was used to. Soft and fluffy and buttery. Each taste was like his boyhood dreams of what eating a cloud would be like.
There was the turkey, soft and fragrant, cooked with herbs and some sort of glaze. And the cranberries--oh, he must bring it all to Khura'in. All of it, every single one.
Ema seemed to enjoy it just as much, taking third helpings and filling her plate very full.
And then, came the pumpkin pie. It was such a wonderful mix of textures and flavors. The flakiness of the crust mixed with the soft yet perfectly firm pie filling of a deep orange. It was sweet, yet filled with some sort of delicious spices.
He closed his eyes and savored each bite.
"Did he choke?" Lana said worriedly.
"Nope. He's just having a moment," Ema said.
"Sometimes Nahyuta gets...reverent about food," Ema said.
"Sounds like you," Lana said.
Ema smiled. "We get each other. At least on this point."
"I am deeply grateful to experience this. To be here with Ema's family, and with Ema herself. And this pie....sublime. Delicious. Incredible."
"Wait until you try the drinks Aura brought. This is some high quality stuff," Ema said.
Aura smirked at that.
*
Present.
"Oh, there you are. Passed out with a food coma?"
His eyes opened slowly. Even then, he longed to go back to that sleepy, dreamy state where the decorations of this holiday were a colorful series of birds, all in golds and oranges like the fall. The living room was small, yet cozy. A brown loveseat, a large, comfy reclining chair of leather. That was what he had sat on.
The television was off, and books adorned the walls in tasteful bookcases. He approved; his office looked similar.
The word came to him, how putrid.
"...Food coma? Is that serious? Should we go to the hospital?"
She was tipsy, certainly. She climbed up onto the chair with him, and let out a yawn. "Turkey has L-Tryptophan, but studies are now showing that it's not enough to cause the Thanksgiving Food Coma. Studies are finding that it's just a reaction to so many carbs, so much good warm food. And wine. Ahh, I love carbs." Ema nuzzled against him.
"One day, perhaps you shall love me as much as you love these carbs," Nahyuta said.
Ema laughed. "Silly, I can multitask. Don't tell me my Snackoos make you fell like the side piece."
"Would your sister be offended if I asked for a recipe?"
"Knowing her everything came from cans. Unless Aura did something, but I'm guessing her style of cooking is either cans or takeout, too. She'd like it, though."
"I read of stories of those who jealously guarded their secrets, as if they were the sacred texts."
"That sounds a lot like my sister...but not about cooking," Ema said.
"I like this holiday. It is a time of gathering and thanksgiving. Perhaps as my time as head of Khura'in, I shall make a holiday of it."
"Khura'inese Thanksgiving, huh? Make it another day than today. That's all I ask."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, so I can celebrate multiple ones and get twice the food. Three times if I celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving," Ema said.
"I like this idea," Nahyuta said.
"Knew you'd see my way," Ema said.
"Hope we spend plenty more of these together," Ema said.
"A lifetime, surely. No, a thousand lifetimes or more," Nahyuta said.
"You want to be annoyed by me that many times?"
"What, dear Ema? No mention of such things being unscientific."
"I'm marrying a monk. I'm going to just have to get used to the unscientific parts," Ema said.
He chuckled softly and cupped her face to kiss her.
