I've eaten many strange and scrumptious dishes in my time...

[talkyourwayout]

The snort of laughter Louie made once he'd tracked Gobo down was far from dignified, but then again, dignified also couldn't be used to describe the sight he'd come upon: one extremely full-up Fraggle liking a small bowl of stew clean - small bowl, but not his first bowl, it would seem. He sputtered in an attempt to recover his words, but it took a minute before he could get out, "Gobo, dude, what happened?"

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[moneymatters]

He laughed and nodded. "True, no you wouldn't."

Picking up the other stewpot, heavy and full judging by that heft, he placed it in a carrying case and tied it up. "I'm goin' tae go deliver this to Fraggle Home. I'm fairly sure Gobo left some in the other," he chuckled softly, "if you'd like any for yourself. It's vegetables, mushrooms, and rice."

With that and a note he'd be back soon he started out of the kitchen, taking his tophat off a hook on the way out.

[talkyourwayout]

Louie ladled out a bit of soup to try, as he said "later" to Scrooge, then headed to join Gobo while they ate.

Er, while he ate, apparently. Gobo had... Already finished his bowl of soup. Noting that, Louie stood in the hall and just watched Gobo - not that he was doing much to watch; just kind of lying there.

Why was Gobo his best friend?

"Uh... Can you move, dude?"

[gobetween]

Gobo had indeed finished the bowl already, and if Louie had thought he was full and round before, he was almost literally spherical now. Especially flat on his back as he was, with the empty bowl to one side past his hand.

"I don't know, and I don't care." He sounded... very full, a bit in misery, but also extremely satisfied. Fraggles and moderation, indeed.

[talkyourwayout]

Louie gave a soft snort and shook his head. "You've leveled up. Forget "Fraggle and a half," you're two Fraggles now."

[gobetween]

"So I overdid it a little on the food, so what?" He got his head around until he could give Louie a look with that.

[talkyourwayout]

Louie shrugged, feigning innocence at that look. "I'm just saying that we're going to have to roll you back, today."

[gobetween]

"You will not. An hour or so, maybe a nap, and I'll be fine."

[talkyourwayout]

"No way. Gobo, you look like a basketball." He crouched down and shuffled over toward Gobo on his knees. "Just... Fuzzier."

[gobetween]

"I don't know what a basketball is." He eyes Louie as he comes over. Speaking of that fuzziness, the round of his belly is definitely frizzing out his darker fur just from sheer surface space it has to cover. "But right now I also don't care."

[talkyourwayout]

"You're going to be too fat to explore if this happens much more," Louie pointed out with a smug smile. He flopped down with his head near Gobo's, their bodies perpendicular to one another. "Hi."

[gobetween]

"You say that like I do this all the time!" He rolled his eyes, then tilted his head a bit to look at Louie after he flopped down. Gobo snickered softly and smiled. "Hi."

[talkyourwayout]

Louie snickered in return, and then was quiet for a moment. It was nice, just relaxing with Gobo like this... "You know, you should do this more often. Chilling is way better than adventures."

[gobetween]

"Hey, I chill plenty." He laughed, though regretted it at a stomachache pang. "Heck you and I have chilled lots of times."

[talkyourwayout]

Louie couldn't really argue that, nor was there any reason to. Gobo might have been an explorer at heart, but he was considerate of Louie's slower, calmer preferences.

"Heh, guess so." Louie reorganized himself so he was lying with his body at a more acute angle to Gobo's than before.

[gobetween]

He smiled in satisfaction, laughing some. "There ya go." When Louie moved Gobo's tail had to be flicked out of the way, so he just flopped it across Louie's midsection instead.

[talkyourwayout]

"You know..."

You know, thank you for that.

You know, it means a lot to me that you like me the way I am.

You know...

There were a lot of ways to finish that sentence that would ring true, but nothing he felt comfortable vocalizing.

Also nothing he felt he had to vocalize for it to be understood.

Instead, he gave Gobo's tail a little pat as he scooched around to lie beside him properly.

[gobetween]

He'd glanced up at him when he spoke, then watched curiously as he moved. Smiling, he settled into his spot again, keeping his tail across him, though he did shift it after a moment to thread under one arm and tuck the poofball up under his chin.

[talkyourwayout]

Louie giggled through his nostrils at that, shoving the poofball back down.

"I'll roll you over," he threatened with a smirk.

[gobetween]

"Please don't." He laughed, and just wormed his tail under the other arm instead. "I may actually blow up if you do that."

[talkyourwayout]

"You absolutely would blow up," Louie said matter-of-factly. "I guess I'll just have to restrain myself."

[gobetween]

"I guess you will." He snickered, then blinked and smiled. "Oh, hey! I got a postcard from Uncle Travelling Matt! He still takes regular trips out here into Outer Space from that room down in the Rock he discovered, and he mailed me about a recent adventure."

He had to push his hips up into the air because it was in the large pocket at the back of his vest, but eventually he fished it out. Though he'd said 'postcard' and there was indeed one, it was in an envelope addressed to Fraggle Home. From this he pulled the card and a small sheet of photobooth photos, which he passed over to Louie. Flicking the card up, he read it aloud. "'Dear Nephew Gobo'...."

[talkyourwayout]

Louie listened to the postcard with the occasional chuckle, as he looked the photos over with a lopsided grin. "...Yeah, photobooths - they have one at Funzo's Fun Zone. They're pretty fun."

[gobetween]

"Photobooths, eh?" He turned the postcard over to look at the front. "I thought photos were only those things in your phone."

[talkyourwayout]

"What? No. Actually, people who are serious about photography use a camera. There's all kinds of them, too. Webby has one of those instant ones, which is cool. You just look through the viewfinder and then the picture comes out a couple seconds after you press the button... You know, I bet Mokey would really like taking photos."

[gobetween]

He considered what he knew about the photo taking on Louie's phone, and nodded. "Yeah, I bet she would. Preserving little pieces of what's around her, but quicker than painting or sketching it. I'll ask Uncle Scrooge about it later."