Liliana's Office, Thursday

[deathsmajesty]

All the prep work done for her final, save actually programming it into the Danger Shop - hmm, perhaps she should tap Prompto for his assistance with that, wouldn't want another plant defense fiasco - was mapped out and planned for, including a literal map. She was pleased with it, whether or not her students would be was a different story.

Rather than continue to poke at that, she'd turned her attention to creating a syllabus and outline for her next class. She really ought to return to Innistrad to collect some of her old books and notes and the like, but that could wait a bit. She was writing up what she could now and making notes of places she'd needed to revisit once she had access to more materials.

And she was humming, of course. Look, this was exactly the kind of thing she loved. Fucking nerd.

[And now NSFW!]

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[chef_chocobro]

Had Ignis known how delightfully industrious Liliana had been in her office that day, he...still would not have left her to her own devices uninterrupted, no. He rather liked to think she would hardly mind the departure from her work, anyway.

And so, there was a light knock, right around the time Liliana would have no doubt been expecting one, anyway, and the door opening a moment later as Ignis slipped in. His inquiring "Liliana?" all but covered up the sound of the door closing and locking behind him, and, in the quiet of the office this week, he just started toward the desk, to set down the lunch and dessert that they'd get to probably much later.

But who could say? Perhaps they actually would manage to satisfy that hunger first for once?

"I believe a little lunch break is order, wouldn't you agree?"