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AHHH edge and meracle friendship for shannon at 1230am
meracle didn't care what myuria or edge had to say about it, she wasn't going to give up on becoming edge's childhood friend. after thinking for a while and totally wracking her brain, she finally figured it out; she'd just asked the wrong person! reimi and edge were childhood friends, right? since reimi was edge's childhood friend, she clearly knew how to become one, and experience always wins. nothing's really impossible, except maybe clearing out a really big hairball or eating sarah... well, eating sarah wasn't even really impossible, she just decided that maybe it was mean even if the featherfolk was the biggest chicken she'd ever seen. just a little seasoning, some plucking—no, the feathers can stay, that's part of what makes her a chicken—potatoes, and—distracted again!
back to the matter at hand, reimi was all to eager too reminisce about her childhood with edge, but didn't provide meracle with any useful information. she talked all about meeting edge (but meracle had already met edge, so that wasn't any good), growing up with edge and crowe (maybe that was the secret, maybe it was crowe) and told story upon story. the stories weren't helping her get to the bottom of this problem, so she decided it was time to take a new approach.
instead of talking to reimi about it, she'd just do everything reimi did! of course once she started acting like a childhood friend, she'd become one! meracle spent a few days in her cat form just watching reimi—in a totally non creepy way, really, it was for investigation and stuff and what does investigation mean anyway—until she was satisfied with her knowledge of reimi's behavior.
one of reimi's favorite things to do on the calnus was cook. she made a lot of cookies (really good cookies, even better than the ones lym fed her doggie) and maybe if meracle could make cookies that good edge would call her a childhood friend.
she spent all day in item creation trying to come up with the perfect recipe. welch helped a little bit, but didn't seem to like what meracle finally came up with. she tried not to get discouraged and decided that the only person whose opinion really mattered was edge, anyway, even though these were definitely the best cookies she'd ever eaten. once she was finished cooking, she covered them in blue sprinkles and brought a fresh hot plate right out into the relaxation room of the calnus.
"cookies! get your fresh hot cookies," meracle cheered, proud of herself for her first big cooking accomplishment. this was definitely going to do the trick! she'd show everyone and be the best childhood friend ever.
of course, everyone but arumat came running to try the cookies meracle made, but after a few bites something seemed a little... off. "meracle? is this tuna?" reimi asks, trying not to spit hers out for the sake of politeness.
"yep! it's the best tuna around! i went and caught it myself!" meracle cheers, completely oblivious to the faces of confusion and mild disgust surrounding her.
unfortunately, she can't even miss edge trying to discreetly spit his out into a napkin, and her ears and tail flop down immediately. "i'm really sorry," meracle starts, trying not to cry.
reimi's giving edge the you just hurt her feelings, now apologize look, and the guilt on edge's face is becoming obvious. "no, they're really good! really! they're uh, too good for me to eat!"
meracle isn't buying the blatant lie, and runs to her room before anyone can say anything else. she doesn't expect edge to follow her and knock on the door. "hey, meracle! can i come in?"
"i'm sorry, i thought they would be good," meracle mumbles, and edge shakes his head.
"they were good, really! just... tuna and cookies don't go well together. unless you're a cat," he starts, then takes a look at meracle's ears and tail and it all makes sense. smooth mcslow-on-the-uptake strikes again. "you like them, right? that's all that counts."
"but i wanted you to like them, since reimi cooks them all the time and she's your childhood friend!" she insists, and oh there goes the secret plan but it's too late now since it's all messed up anyway.
"meracle," edge walks over and puts his hands on her shoulders, "listen. just because we can't be childhood friends doesn't mean we aren't good friends, okay? your friendship means a lot to me. doing what reimi does won't change that. how about instead of doing what reimi does, you and i come up with something on our own that just we can do?"
she starts to smile almost immediately after he finishes, and nods furiously. "yeah! just us!"
"just us!" edge shouts, both happy to spend more time with meracle and proud of himself for averting a personal crisis.
and that's how edge ended up learning how to call for fish with an ocarina.
back to the matter at hand, reimi was all to eager too reminisce about her childhood with edge, but didn't provide meracle with any useful information. she talked all about meeting edge (but meracle had already met edge, so that wasn't any good), growing up with edge and crowe (maybe that was the secret, maybe it was crowe) and told story upon story. the stories weren't helping her get to the bottom of this problem, so she decided it was time to take a new approach.
instead of talking to reimi about it, she'd just do everything reimi did! of course once she started acting like a childhood friend, she'd become one! meracle spent a few days in her cat form just watching reimi—in a totally non creepy way, really, it was for investigation and stuff and what does investigation mean anyway—until she was satisfied with her knowledge of reimi's behavior.
one of reimi's favorite things to do on the calnus was cook. she made a lot of cookies (really good cookies, even better than the ones lym fed her doggie) and maybe if meracle could make cookies that good edge would call her a childhood friend.
she spent all day in item creation trying to come up with the perfect recipe. welch helped a little bit, but didn't seem to like what meracle finally came up with. she tried not to get discouraged and decided that the only person whose opinion really mattered was edge, anyway, even though these were definitely the best cookies she'd ever eaten. once she was finished cooking, she covered them in blue sprinkles and brought a fresh hot plate right out into the relaxation room of the calnus.
"cookies! get your fresh hot cookies," meracle cheered, proud of herself for her first big cooking accomplishment. this was definitely going to do the trick! she'd show everyone and be the best childhood friend ever.
of course, everyone but arumat came running to try the cookies meracle made, but after a few bites something seemed a little... off. "meracle? is this tuna?" reimi asks, trying not to spit hers out for the sake of politeness.
"yep! it's the best tuna around! i went and caught it myself!" meracle cheers, completely oblivious to the faces of confusion and mild disgust surrounding her.
unfortunately, she can't even miss edge trying to discreetly spit his out into a napkin, and her ears and tail flop down immediately. "i'm really sorry," meracle starts, trying not to cry.
reimi's giving edge the you just hurt her feelings, now apologize look, and the guilt on edge's face is becoming obvious. "no, they're really good! really! they're uh, too good for me to eat!"
meracle isn't buying the blatant lie, and runs to her room before anyone can say anything else. she doesn't expect edge to follow her and knock on the door. "hey, meracle! can i come in?"
"i'm sorry, i thought they would be good," meracle mumbles, and edge shakes his head.
"they were good, really! just... tuna and cookies don't go well together. unless you're a cat," he starts, then takes a look at meracle's ears and tail and it all makes sense. smooth mcslow-on-the-uptake strikes again. "you like them, right? that's all that counts."
"but i wanted you to like them, since reimi cooks them all the time and she's your childhood friend!" she insists, and oh there goes the secret plan but it's too late now since it's all messed up anyway.
"meracle," edge walks over and puts his hands on her shoulders, "listen. just because we can't be childhood friends doesn't mean we aren't good friends, okay? your friendship means a lot to me. doing what reimi does won't change that. how about instead of doing what reimi does, you and i come up with something on our own that just we can do?"
she starts to smile almost immediately after he finishes, and nods furiously. "yeah! just us!"
"just us!" edge shouts, both happy to spend more time with meracle and proud of himself for averting a personal crisis.
and that's how edge ended up learning how to call for fish with an ocarina.