hi everyone!!! i had a poll on my Tumblr for readers to decide what they wanted for a small ‘holiday special’ post, and the winner was “off-screen conversation between T and N leading into the start of Chapter 2” by a sizable margin!!
i’ve posted it on the tumblr, of course, but i’m posting it in here as well in case anyone wants to read it. please note that this does spoil the ‘inciting incident’ of chapter 2, but nothing beside what the PC will learn within the first few pages.
T and N’s conversation leading into chapter 2
T and N Lyons sit in one of their many sitting rooms. N begins on a luxurious chaise longue, while T stands before them. It almost feels as if T’s in the middle of a presentation; in that case, N is functioning as their unconvinced audience.
N: But I don’t need—
T: Need what? You’re not supposed to need it, it’s just supposed to be—I don’t know. I know you’ll like it. Just let me do this for you. Please?
A pause. N picks at a bit of the chaise fabric, then glances at a point in the distance—a door to another area of the house.
N: It doesn’t feel right. With Minh. I mean, with so many people there, we couldn’t exactly bring—
T: Minh will be fine! We don’t have to explain everything. Lots of couples have, have—you know, good friends. We’ll just call it that.
N: …I’d still feel bad.
T sighs and looks to the ceiling, hands falling to their hips. After a moment, they move to sit next to N.
N: Honey, look. It’s not for Minh, it’s for you. It’s not Minh’s birthday, it’s your birthday.
N: You don’t like parties.
T: It doesn’t matter. (N arches an eyebrow, and T rolls their eyes.) Alright, I admit, I’m not a…fan of parties—
N: No shit.
T: I hate parties, you know I hate parties, but I love you. And I want to do something. I don’t want you to just keep—
N (wryly): Being miserable?
T (immediately defensive): No, I didn’t say that. Nobody’s saying that.
N: I just want to spend time with you. I don’t understand the point of some great, big whatever-the-fuck celebration. Celebration, why? For what? It’s not a big year for me. No milestones here.
T: Sure it is.
N: Bullshit.
T: I thought 30 was a big year?
N pauses, then turns away to hide a laugh.
N: Oh, pfft. How clever.
T: I see you smiling.
N: I’m not smiling.
T (smiling): Liar.
T rests a hand on N’s shoulder and turns them around. N is blushing even as they roll their eyes at T.
N: No, I’m just trying not to laugh at you.
T just smiles, victorious.
N: …You’re dumb.
T: That’s a lousy insult. Come on, where’s the originality?
N (laughing as they finally break): Alright, fine, whatever. Call the car. Give me 10.
As N leaves to freshen up, T opens their phone to call the driver. Their smile fades as they swipe away email notifications and missed calls from work, but a small ember of relief burns in their chest. The drive to La Table will be short, then N’s party planning will begin in earnest.