[Steven wakes up in the stables this morning, breathing in sharply and grabbing at his stomach before reality settles back in. Lion is still here, rumbling slowly in his sleep, and Steven sinks back against the solid softness of his massive form. He takes a second to check his gem, like he's confirming its presence, one last time.]
[Anyone passing nearby in the morning might be drawn in by the sound of sobbing, relieved laughter.]
[Steven's still outside most of the rest of the morning, tending to the newly marked graves. All of them now have flowers, transplanted from the garden, planted near the headstones.]
[The kinds of flowers vary; Angus has just a few pale lilies growing next to his stone. Spinel has been given a huge variety, though if someone thinks to look they'll find a very deliberate lack of roses or pink flowers here.]
[Unless for some reason you count Steven himself, sitting quietly in front of her grave for a while.]
I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. You deserved a better friend than mom or me.
[And much later on, in the bakery, he's- oh. That's a fire, things are definitely on fire here.]
Grease fire! GREASE FIRE! AAH-!
[At least he's beating at the flaming deep fryer with a large cookie sheet instead of throwing water on it?]
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[Anyone passing nearby in the morning might be drawn in by the sound of sobbing, relieved laughter.]
[Steven's still outside most of the rest of the morning, tending to the newly marked graves. All of them now have flowers, transplanted from the garden, planted near the headstones.]
[The kinds of flowers vary; Angus has just a few pale lilies growing next to his stone. Spinel has been given a huge variety, though if someone thinks to look they'll find a very deliberate lack of roses or pink flowers here.]
[Unless for some reason you count Steven himself, sitting quietly in front of her grave for a while.]
I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. You deserved a better friend than mom or me.
[And much later on, in the bakery, he's- oh. That's a fire, things are definitely on fire here.]
Grease fire! GREASE FIRE! AAH-!
[At least he's beating at the flaming deep fryer with a large cookie sheet instead of throwing water on it?]
WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS, DONUTS?