If Nina had the place bugged to high heaven—which she was, like, never going to confirm or deny, since paranoia was the spice of life--she'd be laughing since, like, a debug pulse was a good attempt at getting rid of her.
But, like, nothing was going to get rid of her for long. N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
And she'd find new and exciting ways to wriggle her way into, well, everything.
The pizza plan Vette and her had thought of on Wednesday had taken a bit of a detour as Nina had realized a) it was almost impossible to send a proper message with the pizza, unless she really was going to import pizza from Fandom to Insomnia, and then there'd been the snag of figuring out how to get foreign pizza through Noctis' security, which she'd given up as a lost cause because blah, blah, blah, terrorist attempts (Nina was not really sure what sort of terrorist would send delicious pizza to their target but, well, whatever) and so she'd been obligated to take a few extra steps to get pizza to Prompto.
And, like, the rest of the boys.
But mostly Prompto.
So it wasn't until Friday night (well, Friday morning, but then she'd made herself wait until night, because, like, it was a lot of pizza she was dropping on them and fresh pizza was a night food; leftover pizza was the morning food) that Nina got everything set up the way she wanted.
It really was amazing how she'd found out the place they got pizza from most often though, wasn't it? Which made it so, so much easier for her to get her order through with the expectation that it would actually reach the boys.
(This would be so much easier if she was in Insomnia, but so far, Nina had kept that particular promise to Prompto and hadn't set foot there.)
Either way, with almost suspiciously perfect timing, that may or may not have been a coincidence, there was a pizza delivery.
Of eight pizzas. Because that was totally a reasonable amount for four boys, from Vette and Nina's perspectives. (And if they didn't eat it all, they weren't trying hard enough! Or… like… leftovers.) The pizzas ranged from meat lovers to spinach and feta and basically everything inbetween because options were good and also look, Ignis, vegetables made this all healthy.
The inability to send a proper note had really, really grated on her. Really grated on her.
But she'd managed a short note, in the little comment section sticker that they placed on boxes of special order pizzas.
Surprise!!!!!!! We're just making sure you're eating right!!!!!!!! – N & V
And, like, it was just a note, sure, but if a note could be both dreadfully earnest and terribly proud of itself at the same time? That note was doing it.
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But, like, nothing was going to get rid of her for long. N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
And she'd find new and exciting ways to wriggle her way into, well, everything.
The pizza plan Vette and her had thought of on Wednesday had taken a bit of a detour as Nina had realized a) it was almost impossible to send a proper message with the pizza, unless she really was going to import pizza from Fandom to Insomnia, and then there'd been the snag of figuring out how to get foreign pizza through Noctis' security, which she'd given up as a lost cause because blah, blah, blah, terrorist attempts (Nina was not really sure what sort of terrorist would send delicious pizza to their target but, well, whatever) and so she'd been obligated to take a few extra steps to get pizza to Prompto.
And, like, the rest of the boys.
But mostly Prompto.
So it wasn't until Friday night (well, Friday morning, but then she'd made herself wait until night, because, like, it was a lot of pizza she was dropping on them and fresh pizza was a night food; leftover pizza was the morning food) that Nina got everything set up the way she wanted.
It really was amazing how she'd found out the place they got pizza from most often though, wasn't it? Which made it so, so much easier for her to get her order through with the expectation that it would actually reach the boys.
(This would be so much easier if she was in Insomnia, but so far, Nina had kept that particular promise to Prompto and hadn't set foot there.)
Either way, with almost suspiciously perfect timing, that may or may not have been a coincidence, there was a pizza delivery.
Of eight pizzas. Because that was totally a reasonable amount for four boys, from Vette and Nina's perspectives. (And if they didn't eat it all, they weren't trying hard enough! Or… like… leftovers.) The pizzas ranged from meat lovers to spinach and feta and basically everything inbetween because options were good and also look, Ignis, vegetables made this all healthy.
The inability to send a proper note had really, really grated on her. Really grated on her.
But she'd managed a short note, in the little comment section sticker that they placed on boxes of special order pizzas.
Surprise!!!!!!! We're just making sure you're eating right!!!!!!!! – N & V
And, like, it was just a note, sure, but if a note could be both dreadfully earnest and terribly proud of itself at the same time? That note was doing it.
Look what she'd done, Prompto!