#characters react to...

Ada would be mildly interested. "Ah, a savoury pastry dish with a cheese, egg, and bacon lardon filling. Packed with energy for a hard day's scavenging. It isn't often you find something that nice out here."

Cait would stare at the quiche in a mixture of desire and trepidation. "Janey Mack..." she'd whisper. "I haven't touched a quiche since my parents tried to drown me in one! Held my face under the delicious, creamy, cheese and onion-based filling until I blacked out, so they did, to punish me for sneaking food earlier. Bastards." Whoever offered Cait the Quiche Lorraine would be so horrified by her tale, they wouldn't notice her devouring the whole pastry without leaving them so much as a slice.

Codsworth would be pleasantly surprised to see such fine cuisine two hundred years after the apocalypse. "By George, where on Earth did you manage to find that?!" he'd exclaim. "Did you bake it? Good heavens, I simply MUST have the recipe!"

Curie would be worried about the quiche at first. "Alors, you cannot be certain zis dish is safe to consume! Given zat it smells so good, it cannot contain much in ze way of preservatives..." Then she'd take a small bite, and her eyes would light up. "OH! Sacre bleu, ze quiche, it is making LOVE to my tongue! Oh, help, I fear I shall BURST from ze sheer pleasure of it! Aaaah... If zis is ze last Quiche Lorraine in ze world, I shall die..."

Paladin Danse would grab your hand halfway to the quiche. "Not so fast, soldier," he'd say sternly. "One of our rules is that a knight cannot feed themself until they've fed the Brotherhood. Luckily, as I am also in said Brotherhood, you can fulfil your obligation by cutting me a slice first..."

Deacon would wear the Quiche Lorraine as a hat, after which he'd be too busy laughing to eat much of it.

Dogmeat would sniff the quiche. His ears would prick up in delight, and he'd give you a pleading look, as if asking for permission to tuck in. If you gave him the go-ahead, he'd spend five minutes chowing down on the quiche, as quite possibly the happiest dog in the world.

"Heheheh... Now, there's a tasty dish!" Porter Gage would laugh. "Reminds me of all my favourite things, like torturing innocent victims, and selling children into slavery. Good times!"

Glory hasn't had much contact with baked goods before, and at first she'd be confused by the Quiche Lorraine. She'd get the picture after a few mouthfuls. "Man! Now, THERE'S a pie that can look a girl's tongue right in the eye!" she'd exclaim upon finishing the quiche. "Just needs some chips, coleslaw and a side salad, and maybe some mustard... Wait, how the Hell do I know what those things are? Weird."

Hancock would complain that the quiche was too salty and needed a side of apple juice.

MacCready would be ever so excited to have a delicious Quiche Lorraine, but he'd freeze with his fork half-way to his mouth. "Is this- is this paid for?" he'd stammer. "I don't have to pay for the quiche, do I? Just checking. I mean, it's probably worth a few caps, but I don't want any nasty surprises in the financial department. So are we all square? Right, good. Just making sure."

"Well, I'll be damned," Nick would chuckle, seeing the Quiche Lorraine just sitting there. "Genuine pastry and egg, just like old Mrs Calkowski used to make in that little place down on Mass Avenue. Times like this make a man miss having a stomach. No, don't feel bad, partner; you get some of that down you. It's cold out there, and you're gonna need your strength."

Old Longfellow would probably also eat the quiche.

Piper would cheerfully tuck in as soon as she was offered some quiche. She'd eat every crumb of the quiche, lick the plate (if there was in fact a plate involved), and immediately ask for an interview about where you found the quiche. "If there's still food like this out in the ruins, the public have a right to know! I want names, places, anything to do with the source of the quiche! This... is going to be big."

Preston would fetch some paper plates and start dividing up the quiche for everyone nearby, or everyone who needed it most.

Strong would dig out a rusty machete and hack the Quiche Lorraine in half. "Human! Eat pizza so you can grow big!" he'd bark, handing you half of the quiche. "Strong also eat pizza, so he can stay big," he'd chuckle, tucking into the other half.

X6-88 would be unimpressed. "Such a primitive pastry construction," he'd remark of the quiche. "This dish demonstrates poor nutritional balance, with excessive salt and fat. Eating too much of it may cause minor health problems. I recommend that both of us take a small slice, and we hand the rest over for molecular analysis. The Institute's scientists will surely be able to generate a better, healthier quiche."

Vivec notes the silence upon their first meeting. Archcannon Tarvus decides to chime in about how disrespectful it was not to speak when spoken too. Especially when it’s Vivec of all people. Despite not preferring to speak, they gave him some words, although short. Their quiet nature reminding him of his brother, Sotha Sil. When they finished their quest and became champion of Vivec...they wanted to turn down the reward for their effort. He was surprised, after all, it wasn’t often that a mortal wanted to deny his gift. When all was over with, with Vivec city no longer being in danger of being struck by the moonlet. He spent some time pondering on the strangely quiet mortal.

Almalexia doesn’t like feeling like the conversation is one-sided, however, her late husband Indoril Nerevar had moments where he too felt the need to be silent. Dumac Dwarfking and himself were quite close up until the end. The war between the Chimer and Dwemer raged and the fateful day came when all of the Dwemer disappeared. Yet as Nerevar lay dying from wounds. He spoke not a word. Not to her, not to Vivec, not to Sotha Sil. The Vestige is given a pardon for their silence despite the ordinators complaints.

Sotha Sil understood the want to be silent in a world filled with constant noise. He never remarks on the Vestige’s silence with a teasing remark, doesn’t force them to speak either. As the vestige’s hums and nods gives him well enough an answer. Sotha Sil would be someone a quiet Vestige would feel almost lured to speak with, Thus, perhaps later they do. By their eyes alone he could easily tell why they were so silent, whether out of personal choice, or pain. While he was busy with his work, he wouldn’t mind speaking with them again. Maybe they both see one another in themselves.

Meridia has a habit of playing her favourite games with the same character, making the same choices, over and over again. She usually plays big-budget fantasy games, where she likes to collect everything and do everything perfectly.

Zenithar likes games with an "industry" part, like Stardew Valley, or games with engineering in them, like Poly Bridge. Trying to do things as efficiently as possible is his passion, and it's a useful passion, because Zenithar doesn't have much time to relax.

Dibella likes a TTRPG or two. She loves drawing pictures and writing songs for her characters, making grand speeches and getting involved with the game's lore, and all that good stuff. She pulls her weight and enjoys the cameraderie of party-based games, although she can be more intense than people are used to.

The Tribunal are three talented mod developers, or at least were, until Dagoth Ur caught them copying Lorkhan's source code. In her heyday, Almalexia made quest mods for her favourite RPG (Dragon Age: Inquisition), Vivec made all sorts of clothes for The Sims, and Sotha Sil reprogrammed Minesweeper into a dating simulator.

Talos loves action and real-time strategy games, particularly ones which involve kicking vast quantities of arse, taking over whole countries and being adored for it. His favourite game is Fallout 4. He also quite liked Final Fantasy XIV, but complained that it was "too girly".

Kynareth is mostly interested in playing outside, no matter the weather or else is around. She goes bug-hunting with Namira sometimes, or fishing with Stendarr. She also runs TTRPGs sometimes, where her world-building and storytelling definitely shine through.

The HoonDing is something of a dabbler who plays all manner of games, but they also love taking on difficult challenges. They're that strange, determined person who plays Super Hexagon and Bennet Foddy Gets Over It for fun, and somehow manages to win. They're always happy to explain how they managed, if a budding gamer wants to follow in their footsteps.

Ada would be appalled when she walked in on you and KL-E-0 making love on the armour workbench. "I don't believe my eye. That technique you're using is simply appalling!" she'd declare, shoving you to one side. "Sorry about them, babes. But now that I'm here, why don't we take this opportunity to have a practical demonstration?" Ada would purr, drawing a metal finger along KL-E-0's chin. "I thought you'd never ask," KL-E-0 would smirk, wrapping her slender arms around Ada's steel-clad shoulders. "Show me what that custom body can do, handsome. The shop can wait for a few hours..."

Cait wouldn't seem particularly bothered. "You and the Mariner, then, is it? I'd never have seen that coming!" she'd laugh. "Why don't I go and get Arturo or that lady from Vault 81, and we can have a double date? No, don't get up, sure I can fetch them right now if you want!" Cait would wander off, and then, after a reasonable wait, start beating up the nearest mannequin with a sledgehammer. She may be polyamorous, but you still should have told her you were seeing the Mariner, and sadly Cait doesn't know how to express that feeling while maintaining her party-girl persona. She settles for being increasingly passive-aggressive (and then just plain aggressive) until you get the message.

"B-by George!" Codsworth would cry, dropping his tea tray. "Sir and/or Mum, what on Earth is happening? I don't- I don't- I don't understand..." Poor Codsworth would want to believe it was all just a misunderstanding, and that somehow you'd cheated on him completely by accident, but in his CPU he'd know it was no accident. In tears, he'd pack his bags and hover out of your life forever.

"I was thoroughly aware zat exclusive relationships are ze most popular variety," Curie would weep with anger. "But never could I 'ave imagined 'ow painful it would feel, seeing you, twisted around zat jumpsuit-wearing harlot Kasumi! Y-you made me human! You showed me 'ow it felt to be in love! Was it all just a game?! Did you merely think you were toying with ze pretend feelings of a poor, naive little robot?! Putain! Get out of my sight, or I SWEAR I shall kill you!"

Paladin Danse would seem, if anything, to underreact. "I see," he'd growl. "Not like I could ever hope compete with Paladin Brandis's rogueish bad-boy charms. Well, I hope you're happy together..." And that would be that. ...Or so it would seem until you tuned into the Brotherhood of Steel's radio channel. "People of the Commonwealth, do not fall in love with the individual calling themself the Sole Survivor! They are single-handedly responsible for a trail of broken hearts from here to Sanctuary Hills," Scribe Haylen would recite. "Paladin Danse would like me to add that, contrary to some of his previous remarks, the Sole Survivor is terrible at kissing. And now, the weather..."

"I know I can't really complain about you keeping secrets," Deacon would say, "but you've got to be upfront about these things! If it's... if we're just something casual, say so! Don't just leave me hanging until I find you shacked up with some other handsome devil, okay? ...Okay, then. When do I get a turn with Fahrenheit?"

Dogmeat would be deeply upset. "How could you?! And with my sister, of all people!" he'd bark. "I never treated you wrongly. I was always there when you needed me, I fetched your slippers and that tennis ball you kept throwing for some reason! I was the PERFECT GENTLEMAN! But no, apparently that isn't ENOUGH for you!" he'd howl with despair. Dogmeat would flee into the night, his tears mingling with the rain dripping down his snout, and you'd never see him again.

Porter Gage wouldn't exactly be thrilled, but you're the Overboss of Nuka World, so what can he do? (Tell you about a secret stash of Nuka Cola Quantum, but neglect to mention that it's currently stored in a super mutant behemoth's fridge, that's what.)

Glory would kick you in the groin. "That's what you GET for playing stupid games, you wanker!" Since Glory is wearing a brand-new pair of adjustable women's Chore™ boots by the Original Muck Boot Company™, made of flexible cloth on the lower leg and sturdy rubber on the foot, her kick would be devastating.

"Wow," Hancock would chuckle, seeing you curled up in bed with Bobbi No-Nose. "Just... wow. I was feeling kinda bad about seeing Moe Cronin and Trader Rylee behind your back, in addition to sleeping with Mel behind Bobbi's back, but not any more! ...What? Oh, I know Mel's gay, but we're still doing it behind your back, Miss Noseless Wonder."

Old Longfellow would drink himself into a daze and forget about you.

MacCready would drink himself into a daze, shoot you in the head, and help himself to your things.

Nick should've known better than to get mixed up with you. From the moment you slunk into his office, lips red with lies and Maybelline, eyes dark with broken dreams, he could tell you were trouble. There was something about you, though - maybe it was how you drew yourself up like a cat when the detective held your hand, or maybe it was how those hips of yours swayed like an anaconda. None of it matters now, though. Nick opened up his heart to you, sweet cheeks, and he sure as Hell ain't making that mistake again. (You were found snogging Mr Zwicky, as it happens, in the bus on top of the school.)

Piper would confront you loudly and vociferously in public. "What the Glowing Sea was that, Blue?! Just how long've you been seeing Ellie Perkins behind my back, huh? What's going on with the two of you? And does Ellie think I'm cute?!" The questions would come in faster than you could make excuses, but Piper would offer you an olive branch when her head was clearer. She'd still be your friend, as long as you'd learned your lesson and wouldn't toy with a starry-eyed reporter's heart again.

Preston would be heartbroken, to the point that he wouldn't even be able to look at you for a few days. Nevertheless, he'd swallow his feelings and try to stay on good terms with you, because the Minutemen need a talented builder/pest control specialist on their side. What's his happiness worth compared to the safety of the whole Commonwealth?

Strong would wander in while you're in bed with Marcus and not react at all. "Strong here to borrow torch," he'd say, taking a torch out of the drawers. "Don't break the handcuffs, all right, Marcus?" he'd add, wandering back out of the room.

"I don't believe your nerve, seeing Strong behind my back! What's WRONG with you?!" Marcus would be weeping with fury and occasionally throwing things at you while he packed his bags. "I thought we had something special, but no, I guess I'm just another warm, green body to be used and thrown away! You pig! I'm taking the kids and moving back to Jacobstown."

Curly: Had to be very creative with the crew's schedules in order to find them all two hours to watch a film. He was planning to put Bedknobs and Broomsticks on, but Jimmy talked him into a horror film instead, arguing that the crew needed to be "challenged". Curly doesn't find the film especially scary, just miserable, seeing everyone get killed.

Daisuke: Is full of excitement for "movie night", even when informed that they're watching it in the early afternoon. He screams and tries to hide behind Curly quite readily, but enjoys the experience overall.

Anya: Says she's perfectly fine with watching a horror film, and seems that way at first, watching in doleful and contemplative silence. However, after a particularly violent death-trap does its thing, she runs out of the room and is not seen for the rest of the afternoon. Later on, she insists that she's all right, it just got a bit too much for her.

Swansea: Can't really be arsed with horror films, but he's happy enough to have a break from work. He thinks the special effects and the monster costumes look silly, and will say so, loudly and repeatedly, throughout the film. He tells Daisuke to stop screaming and act his age, and asks half-heartedly if Anya is all right with all the violence. When she runs away, he considers briefly going to check on her, but decides not to.

Jimmy: Enjoys the film quite a bit. The characters are a bunch of idiots, of course; he could easily have escaped those traps and defeated the monsters. That being said, it's fun for him to see them die violently, as they deserve. Curly asks him quite pointedly whether a horror film was a good idea, and Jimmy responds that Anya should stay in her room next time and watch Sailor Moon. Doesn't that selfish little (I'm not going to type the word he used) know she ruined the afternoon for everyone?!

Berserker: Likes an exciting horror film, with monsters and fighting and hopefully some women in combat boots, but serious psychological horror will keep her awake at night. She is more than happy to be clung to by a terrified viewing partner.

Pyromancer: Reacts loudly when scary things happen, which helps her deal with the fear. Sometimes she'll keep a running commentary: "Kya baat hai, did you see what that four-headed skeleton did to him?! And those bits falling down his jumper! It's the little touches, you know? Pure cinema." Alternatively, when especially frightened, she has been known to burst out laughing.

Reaper: For appearances' sake, she watches plenty of horror films. For her sanity's sake, most of them are Scooby Doo films. The poor thing watched The Shining once, and spent a whole day shivering in bed, wishing Alucard was with her.

Berserker: Gets covered in soap and bubbles, scrubs herself down thoroughly with a loofah, and takes a few minutes to relax. She likes combining different bath bombs and seeing what colour they turn the water, although her active lifestyle means it usually ends up rather dingy.

Pyromancer: Prefers a hot bath, and by "hot" I mean practically boiling. Somehow, the scalding water doesn't faze her, and she can lie there peacefully for hours. Once she's got comfy, it takes a momumental act of willpower for her to get out of the bath.

Ranger: Loves baths, but her scatterbrained nature and jam-packed schedule mean she has about one bath a month. She likes splashing around and making a mountain of bubbles, usually at the cost of flooding her kitchen. (It's a medieval fantasy game, so her wooden bath lives in the kitchen, near the kettle and the fire.)

Reaper: Normally, she scoffs at self-care and hygiene, preferring to look pallid and unhealthy. Baths are the exception. She loves having elegant, gothic baths, lounging in red, black or purple water scattered with nightshade petals, in a full face of make-up. Tragically, the water always goes cold before her portrait is finished.

Pyromancer: Promptly loses her temper and starts setting the mud on fire. Unfortunately, this ends up baking the mud solid, leaving her even more stuck. She blows up the mud and staggers out of the smouldering crater left behind, wishing she'd stayed on the path.

Necromancer: Pours water on the mud to try and loosen it. If that doesn't work, she just stands there until someone comes by to help her.

Berserker: Struggles valiantly to break free; a few seconds of shouting, swearing and determined pulling usually does the trick. If it doesn't, she tries to dig her feet out of the mud with a spade, frying pan, wooden sword, or suitably firm banana.