>A foreleg wraps around you and brings you into a hug, the warmth of coming from Dawn lessening the fear and worry in your mind slightly, “She’s fine, she’s just sleeping.”
>The two of you stay like that for a while until the silence is broken by Sonata speaking, “How about we move onto a less morbid topic? We’ve never been to a Waffle House before, Rosie, how was it?”
>As out of nowhere this line of questioning might be, it should at least take your mind off of Candy Quartz for now.
“It was nice, the lady that took our order was very kind and friendly- her name was Roseanne. The way she talked got a peculiar reaction from Anon.”
>“Oh?” Sonata responds, finally opening an eye to look at you.
Normally you wouldn’t try to imitate an accent, but you respond with, “What’s ya’ name, sugah?”
>“Why would he react to that?” Dawn asks, confused, “What did he do in response?”
“He took his hands off the table and put them in his lap…he might have been blushing?”
>“Oh!” Dawn exclaims, wings suddenly extending to full length before she quickly folds them back against her torso, which elicits a giggle from Sonata.
>“My oh my, Anon, were you hoping for a little southern hospitality?” she says, affecting a similar accent to the one you had put on for the last few words.
“Hush, you!” Anon shouts from the kitchen, causing Sonata to let out a chortle, “Anyways, dinner’s ready, everyone. Bowls are already on the table so just take a seat.”
>The navy blue alicorn hops off the couch and climbs into the chair closest to Anon, “Made with love, I bet.”
>The white alicorn is next, sitting opposite of Sonata, “I hope it tastes as good as it smells.”
You take your usual spot across the table from Anon, “As do I,” you cock your head, “Where’s your bowl?”
>“Wanted to see how y’all liked it first,” he says, waving a hand, “need to have some extra if any of you decide to get seconds.”
>You all start to eat, Dawn and Sonata use the forks given to them while you eat straight from the bowl.
>It’s a combination of noodles, meat, and tomato. The meat was seasoned with black pepper, seasoned salt, and garlic; he called it casserole, but also said that it might be considered a goulash- either way it was a family recipe.
>The three of you finish off your bowls at around the same time, and all ask for seconds.
>“Guess I’ll have to make myself a little something later, probably should have cooked some extra portions in case this happened.” Anon chuckles before picking up and refilling your bowls.
>After placing them back in front of the three of you he retreats to the living room.
>Out of the corner of your eye you see him perusing the movie shelf and muttering to himself as Dawn and Sonata tear into their bowls.
>Sonata finishes hers first, levitating the bowl into the sink before entering the living room, “Be back in a moment, dear, I just need something from my bag”
>Anon just mutters, “Okay.” in response, not even turning to look at her.
>With that she disappears into the guest room.
>Dawn finishes next, but waits for you to finish so that she can put your bowls into the sink.
>“Best meal I’ve had in ages.” Dawn says as you step into the living room.
“Yeah,” you say, “You should make some more soon.”
>He chuckles, “Would if I could, but I’m out of ingredients and it’s too late to go out and get more.”
>“Drat.” Dawn replies with mock irritation.
>You take your place on the couch and Dawn sits next to you.
>The movie Anon puts on is one you haven’t seen before, and judging by Dawn’s expression, one she hasn’t seen either.
>With fortuitous timing Sonata saunters back into the room with a bottle of what is presumably wine and three glasses in tow, all held within a blue aura, “Thought we could use a little something to liven up this evening.”
>“Wine’s not my thing, too bitter for my tastes…” Anon says.
>She lets out a huff in annoyance, “C’mon, at least share a drink with me? It’s rude to have your guests drink alone.”
>“Don’t really drink that much either...”