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This is my idea of fun.

Who| Anna, Elsa and Dave
What| ~~when u anna com home and make hte spagheti.~~ Elsa regroups with Anna and decides to introduce her to the newest Arendelle sister: Dave.
Where| D9 suites.
When| Recently. Today. Right now.
Warnings/Notes| None.

Dave has been getting a little better these past few days. Not great by any means, not with the way he died. He's making little steps, he's leaving his room and he's now dwelling on it by doing something incredibly productive. Playing video games. The suites have been empty lately, a lot of people are either in the Arena or spending time in other suites with people who need them more. He knows Elsa's sister just came back, and died, so she needs her. She's been spending more time with her and he's cool with it, honestly. He's not sure when, but Elsa did say he'd be meeting her sometime. Just.. Maybe he didn't think it would be so soon.

He's nested in cushions in the lounge right now, surrounded by apple juice bottles (yes, it's apple juice) and open chip packets. He's wearing a baggy shirt, but he hasn't bothered to put jeans on over his boxers. His focus is centered on some sort of racing game plastered over the big screen and he's tapping away at his controls as if his life depends on it. Of course, it's much easier to focus on games when he's pretending his life and the lives of his friend's isn't on the line for another sort of game.

Nope. All that matters right now is making a new high score.

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Woops. Elsa gives a small, sheepish smile at his little comment. Yes, she's starting to realize that she ought to have given notice, but hey. What's done is done. His state of dress doesn't bother her too much- definitely not as much as it apparently does Anna. She's been dressed as Emma Frost, so it's kind of hard to get freaked out about showing a lot of skin when that's been a thing.

She'll give Anna a subtle elbow to try and urge her to calm down- there's no reason to be nervous, Dave isn't going to bite her-

But then he goes and outright lies, and Elsa's mouth falls open. "That isn't true!" she says indignantly, folding her arms. "Anna, you know better than that. You've seen me walk on ice, I don't slip. It was him, he fell and it was the funniest thing ever- almost funnier than when the Duke of Weselton's toupee came off."

She brings a hand up to cover her mouth so that she can hide a chuckle. "Um, anyway... Would you like us to give you a moment to put your pants on, or do you intend to stay in your underwear?" she asks, raising her eyebrows pointedly. "The choice is yours, but I think in order to avoid my sister bumping into things all day, pants would be preferable."

Anna giggles into her hand, even if she's a bit thrown by all the sarcasm in Dave's voice. But her expression turns to one of surprise when he starts slandering her sister, and she looks up at Elsa with her eyes wide.

"Elsa, I'm pretty sure you're the least likely person on Earth to slip on ice, don't worry." She wrinkles her freckled nose in Dave's direction, but it's mostly playful. "I'd love to see you try ice-skating. I'm miserable at it, but Elsa's so good, she makes everyone look like ungrateful dolts!" Another giggle, but then she's glancing away pointedly, humming innocently.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she lies. But there's a boy!! In his underwear!!! Her innocent little mind is ill-equipped for that kind of scandal. Out of the corner of her eye, she glances back at Dave.

"...Do all the boys around here run around in their underthings?" Hey, she's curious. It's for science.

Well, they're definitely sisters. Dave may have to be worried if they start using their sisterly intuition against him. For now, he's content to see that Elsa is happy, though he feels for her having her sister in a place like this. He scoffs at both of them failing to fall for his bait, raising a brow at Anna. "I'm from Texas, the only ice I need is in my drink." And then he realises that Texas means nothing to her. "It's, uh, really hot there."

"Right, wouldn't want to be the new Duke of Weselton to you both." He sets his controller down and pushes himself up to stand, revealing his stalky-long, pale legs when he does. "Boys, girls. Everyone here. You're gonna see a lot more pasty skin than my sad twig supports in your time here." He points out ever so helpfully before glancing curiously over at Elsa. Clearly she's the one pulling the strings here. "Did you have plans or something? Just what length should my pants be?"

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Ah, the wonderful feeling of validation. She might be radiating a small air of smugness, which turns into more amusement at Anna's question. "No, just Dave," she says with a small nudge to Anna out of playfulness.

A Dave speaks again, Elsa's composure is once more put to the test- there's just something so funny about him comparing his legs to twigs. Maybe it's because it's just so accurate. To her credit, she resists the urge to look down at them to make a more educated judgment on the matter. At the question, she shrugs gently. "Not... anything in particular," she says hesitantly, hoping Dave doesn't actually mind the interruption and their company forced on him. "But I thought it would be fun to spend time with the both of you- Anna hasn't seen much of the Capitol, so maybe we could explore."

She smiles at him. "You don't have to be fancy, just not quite so indecent," she adds. "If you're up for it, that is."

To Anna's credit, she tries really hard not to giggle again when Dave stands up and shows off those long legs of him. But then she's reminded of a newborn colt, and she can't help but do a snort-giggle combo at the thought. But she quickly glances up at Elsa almost apologetically. "Sorry!"

After that, the princess takes strides to be a bit more composed, but she can't help when her whole face lights up at the idea of exploring her new home. As much as it's frightening and not exactly ideal, she's in the camp of making the best of it all, eternal optimist that she is.

"Oh, Elsa, that sounds wonderful, can we?" She turns to Dave, giving him a big grin. "I'm sure it'd be even better if you came!"

"It is not just me. You've worn dresses shorter than these puppies." He gestures at his boxers, the pattern now clearly visible. They're red with gold dollar signs, because Dave is an absolute class act at all times.

"What? You don't have a plan? After barging in and losing my high score? Colour me fifty fucking shades of surprised." He stares through his shades at Anna when she giggles for a long moment, shaking his head and staring down at his legs as if trying to figure out if he should be insecure about their width. Luckily for Anna, she's as hellishly adorable as Elsa and will get a pass without him trying to read her and her orphan braids.

"I'm sure it'd be better if I were wearing pants." He observes. "Unless I want to make the front page of all the magazines again." He says that like it's ever happened. "I'll be back, don't try to leave without me too fast." He raises his hand in a short wave before slinking toward his room to fish for pants.

Elsa's cheeks turn vaguely pink at his remark- that, as far as she can remember, was one time. And it wasn't as if it was her fault, it was totally her stylist's. But she doesn't acknowledge it too much, opting instead to give Anna a nod- because regardless whether Dave decides to come, she intends to take Anna out, and it's nice to see her enthusiastic about it.

"Hey, I-" His words register, and she gives him a look, before glancing at Anna, trying to communicate to tone down the language in front of her sister. Anna doesn't need to go around picking up inappropriate language, after all. Elsa's face when she learned the meaning of some of these words... It wasn't pretty. She clears her throat. "I think you'll be alright, you can get the scores again or whatever it is you were doing."

She gives him a sage nod, as if she knows exactly what she was talking about, before shooing with her hands. "Stop being silly and go- we'll wait for you."

Elsa turns back to Anna, once he's out of the room. "Isn't he the cutest?" she asks fondly, giving a smile in Dave's direction. "He and I have spent a lot of time together, he's a very sweet kid. He reminds me of you a lot sometimes."

Anna's head is like a tennis match spectator, swivelling between Elsa and Dave as she watches them banter back and forth. And if she registers Dave's cussing (which she doesn't), she makes no sign of it, mostly because she's secretly grateful that Dave is going to go and put some pants on.

But when he finally leaves and Elsa turns to her, Anna can't help but take the opening she sees to tease her sister. Eyes wide and a hundred percent innocent, she makes her jab, giggling.

"Wow, Elsa, I had no idea you were into younger men!" She even elbows into her sister's side slightly, wiggling her eyebrows.

The look on Elsa's face must be priceless to Anna, because her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open. Had she somehow given Anna the impression that she likes Dave? That isn't how she feels at all! Her face goes even redder than it had been before when Dave was in the room, and she sputters a little, trying to find words.

It takes her a moment to realize that perhaps Anna wasn't being serious.

"Anna, he's younger than you!" she says, laughing a nervous laugh as she reaches out to give Anna's shoulder a light shove. "Don't be silly."

Yes, Elsa. Don't worry. Anna is totally joking, but she's not done yet. More giggling. "Me, silly? Never. I'm not the one chasing after a teenager!"

She gasps and shoves Elsa right back, a little bit harder. God, it feels so good just to laugh. "See, you're blushing and everything."

"I am not!" Blushing or chasing after a teenager. Elsa stumbles a little, not prepared for a harder shove, but there's something about it that makes her laugh even more. It's been a while since she's laughed this freely. She'd been happy in the arena inside of her ice house, but this is so much more than that.

She's stumbled back near the couch, and as she contemplates her next form of attack she spots a pillow on the couch. She gives Anna a mischievous look, before reaching quickly for the pillow and raising it over her head with every intention of going after Anna with it.

It had been a little too long for a change of pants, because Dave had decided to entirely change his outfit. He's been moping like some basement dweller for too long, it feels liberating to be head to toe in a suit again. He only wishes he could change outfits as quickly here as he could in Sburb.

He expects that they might be gossiping about him with him gone, but he doesn't understand what he's overhearing when he steps into the room. He takes the time to readjust his tie, raising his eyebrows at both of them. "And you're calling me a kid." Yeah, he heard that part.

"Suuuure!" She laughs and squeals, dodging out of the way of Elsa's pillow strike and dashing toward the other side of the room, looking for a pillow weapon of her own.

Until Dave's voice makes her stop in her tracks, flushing pink and dropping the pillow she'd plucked up off a nearby chair. "Oh. We were just." Giggling like kids and squabbling about crushes like schoolgirls? Yep.

Elsa freezes, like she's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar after being told not to. The look she gives Dave is a wide-eyed, startled look, before she hastily moves to put the pillow back.

"Yeah, what she said."

Wait, Anna didn't say anything.

"I mean- we weren't really doing anything," she says, shrugging casually. "Just talking. With pillows. That's all."

Yes.

"Uhuh." He says, entirely unconvinced. He brushes non-existent dirt off his tux and slinks past them, giving them accusing looks through his shades when he does.

"Are we going or am I gonna have to referee some sort of sister smackdown here?" Because honestly he wouldn't mind is the part that goes entirely unspoken.

"Yes!" Anna pipes up through her giggles. "Just talking." She's totally not even trying to hide the fact that they were squabbling over Elsa's fictional crush on Dave.

"No, no, we're good, we're cool." Anna dusts down her skirt. "Let's go!"

Elsa pushes away as much embarrassment as she can and moves to follow the two of them. "My, my," she says, "don't you look dashing." Dave dressing up in a tux was unexpected, but she can't deny that he looks good in it. "It's nice to see you in something so sophisticated- and hey, you don't smell like those things you call cheetos, either."

She gives a teasing chuckle, as the elevator comes to take them all away. "So, where would you all like to go? I'm sure we could find a map of the city somewhere, if that might help."

"Good, glad this didn't devolve into chaos when I could have been hitting my high scores." He says like he isn't blessed by the gods of swag to be hitting the town with two gorgeous girls.

"Dashing where?" He deflects, looking around in mock confusion before just giving her an indignant look. "I'll have you know I'm incredibly frigging sophisticated. Back home all of my digs were suits, I had literal mountains of them, suits cascading into the lava because let's be honest I can afford to damage a few." He folds his arms over his chest and frowns. "Doritos." He doesn't care how much that part matters, it's worth mentioning.

"Food. Food selling places." A pause. "I'm hungry."

Anna takes a moment to admire Dave's suit; it's different from the way men dress in Arendelle, but it's certainly very dashing nonetheless.

"'Doritos'? What's a Doritos?" She asks interestedly. It sounds exotic, whatever it is. And then her eyes light up. "Food! I like his idea. I'm starving."

That's a complete lie. She just ate a taco from room service. She had no idea what tacos even were but she ate one and it was delicious. But Anna is, and always will be, a bottomless pit, so food is definitely her number one priority.

Elsa lets out an exasperated chuckle at the both of them. Leave it to the two of them to be hungry and prefer to eat instead of doing something fun. She's really not surprised about it, though.

"You aren't very good at taking compliments, are you?" she asks, raising her eyebrows at Dave with a small shake of her head.

"But fine, fine, we can get food." Elsa steps off of the elevator and breaks into stride towards the exit. "I swear, your stomachs are bottomless pits. Also, Anna, doritos are... uh. Dave, you explain doritos, this is your area of expertise. They are a little too messy for my taste."

As far as Dave is concerned, eating is fun, and thus far it's proven to be a pretty sufficient ice breaker. Whether it be bonding over the variety in the Capitol, sharing rations in the Arena or just dragging everyone out to poke around one of the various gimmicky restaurants. There's no awkwardness when you're eating, just deliciousness.

"About as good as you are." He throws that line back at her and follows like the little duckling he's pretending not to be. "You can't ask me to talk about food and not get hungry." He points out, turning to look at Anna as he describes. "They're chips- you know chips right? These ones are made out of corn, not potatoes- and they're triangles. They're dusted with this cheese stuff that's like the closest you will ever get to licking an angel."

Anna is positively jittering with excitement by now, between new friends and elevators and the promise of food and actually going outside the Training Center for the first time. "I'm so excited," she enthuses, clinging to Elsa's arm for a moment in a sort of half-hug, before following her out of the elevator.

As Dave explains what Doritos are, however, she can only look vaguely unsure. "Oh," she replies, not sounding convinced. "I guess I don't really get it, but they sound great! Do they make them with chocolate?"

Hey, she's got a one-track mind. So sue her.

Elsa really can't argue with Dave on that one. They're both pretty terrible at taking compliments. They have a disturbing amount of similarities, it's no wonder he seems to fit so well in the little Arendelle family tree. She'll give Anna's arm a comforting pat, as they move along.

She can't help but laugh at the conversation they're having about doritos. It's partly why she asked Dave to describe them; she knew he would do so in a funny way, and Anna would appreciate it. The fact that the two of them are getting along is making her really happy, so she's all smiles as they all walk down the street in search of a nice looking restaurant. It doesn't take her long before she remembers a place she'd seen on the televisions- one that sounds like it would be the perfect place to take Dave and Anna. It isn't exactly her kind of place, but she's willing to sacrifice for the two of them.

"I wouldn't be surprised if they do," she says idly as she overhears Anna mention chocolate.

After a moment, she says, "So do you both trust me? I think I know a place you would both enjoy. But I want it to be a surprise!" She sounds excited as she asks them this. The place she has in mind is the Swift Cut- a place where everyone eats with their hands. It sounds right up both their alleys.

Dave isn't sure whether to laugh or smile at the way Anna clings to Elsa. It's cute, tooth-rottingly cute. He knows the last thing Elsa wants is for Anna to be here, but when they're all happy he doesn't feel guilty for think it's nice that she has her sister here. Gross, pleasant thoughts, he should stop thinking them.

"Cheese and chocolate? What are you, French?" He raises a brow at Anna, wondering if he should cling to Elsa's other arm for the amusement of it, but deciding he'd look more stupid than funny. "They don't do it where I'm from, I dunno about here. I haven't ate everything yet." Surprisingly.

"So long as it isn't vegan, it's a done deal." Little does he know, it's the opposite of that.

Anna just shrugs, totally nonplussed. "Nah, I'll just eat chocolate on anything!" She's wide-eyed as they exit the Training Center, craning her neck to get a good look at everything, and she hardly notices she's trailing behind the other two until Elsa announces that she's got an idea.

"Of course I trust you, Els. I'm sure whatever it is will be fantastic!" Especially if it's all-you-can-eat. She really hopes it's all-you-can-eat. Anna peers over Elsa's shoulder at Dave, giving him a grin. "No way. Elsa's got way better taste than that!"

Elsa beams at their replies, before setting off on a more eager pace now that she knows they're down for it. She's content to let them carry on with their conversation as she leads the way, though she's unable to ignore that little comment about her own taste.

She gives Anna a little shove, shaking her head. "You barely even know what I like to eat. How would you feel if vegan turned out to be my favorite?" She gives a pointed glance to both of them. "You might have just hurt my feelings, both of you."

It isn't long before the Swift Cut comes into view, and Elsa breaks into a jog to run ahead, she that she can eagerly throw her hands up and gesture towards the restaurant. "Ta-da!" She sounds so excited, it's extremely rare for her to be this excited. "Wasn't I right? It's totally the place for you two!"

"If you were vegan, we'd be hurting your feelings for a good cause." He says with a sage nod, glancing over at Anna for the undying support he knows she'll provide for this cause. "Deep down everybody likes a nice, juicy slab of meat." And the best thing about these two is that there's absolutely nobody here to tell him where he likes that meat.

He gives Anna a wry smile when Elsa jogs ahead like that, because he's sure she understands that this is too fucking adorable. He'll stride a little faster, peering curiously at the establishment and lighting up just a little, looking eager with interest.

"Holy shit, man food." He throws his hands up in the air dramatically. "I have waited my whole life for this moment."

"Aw, come on, Elsa." She giggles at being shoved, but reaches out and places a friendly hand on her shoulder. "I think I'd have noticed if you'd decided to stop eating meat." She shakes her head, turning to listen to Dave proselytize about his love of meat.

"Yeah!" Anna being the innocent she is, it doesn't even cross her mind to make a joke. And after all, she does enjoy ripping into a big, juicy steak. She only watches in vague astonishment as Elsa starts running ahead of them. "Hey, wait up--woah." As the place comes into view, Anna's eyes get really big, and she slows down.

"Is this--is this a restaurant just for meat?" Holy cow. This looks amazing. And it smells amazing.

Elsa doesn't mean to be fucking adorable, sometimes it just happens. Her smile just grows wider at their responses, glad to know that she was right and that they do seem to want to eat here. It would have been so embarrassing she was completely off the mark after all.

"I'm so glad," she says to Dave, positively beaming, before turning to Anna. "It is! And the best part?" Which is not quite the best part in HER opinion, but for her siblings she can deal. "You eat it all with your hands! And they're serve one swords!"

She even manages to sound enthusiastic about it, because she knows how excited they must be and it's infectious. "Come on, let's go."

Elsa will lead the way into the restaurant. "A table for three, please," she'll ask politely to the staff, and not too long after they'll be lead to a table.

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This is my idea of fun.

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Tosses the ball into Dave's court

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or my inbox could delete this

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