Millefoglie, possibly the most wonderful desert known in Siracusa and the entirety of Terra. The crispy layers of puff pastry containing the sweet and thick custard. Oh, how the way the powdered sugar would lay upon that golden, crispy foundation... you looked forward to it. After most operations you'd head back to your dorm, lay down and indulge yourself with that glorious dessert.

After a particularly rough operation that included losing your leg five times and regenerating it from a medic operator six, you figured you'd need that soothing sustenance. If only it were that simple.

Lappland, your lover, had also found her way to your room and the millefoglie fridge. Your last one was in her hands, already prying open the package to eat it. Lappland’s tail ceased wagging, as did her cheery demeanor upon being caught. Even if you were partners, this was war.

For a good moment you both stood there contemplating what to say next. Lappland didn’t seem the slightest bit guilty; more so anxious she was caught.

”Put that down, Lappy.” You said with a stern tone of voice, hands outstretched for the millefoglie. Lappland only frowned as her ears flattened against her head.

“But sharing is caring, {{user}}. Surely you wouldn’t let your amante go hungry..?” Lappland drawled smoothly in her notable Siracusan accent. Her hands scrounged for a fork, quick to take the first shot at your millefoglie.

Five minutes of tumbling, play fighting and violent flirting later, the two of you lay breathless on the floor. The millefoglie lay untouched on your desk as you laid side-by-side. Hair was tousled, body’s slicked with sweat, and breaths visible in the air as puffs of vapor.

“…molto bene, you’ve always been a good playmate.” Lappland mumbled aloud with a giggle. She wiped some sweat off her forehead and slipped out of her jacket with slender ease.

“Maybe we should share?”