This was originally supposed to be filler for Cry to the Moon, but I thought it deserved it's own little spot. I was going to post it for Valentine's day, but I forgot about it since I was so caught up in other projects. So now you can have it as a Pi/White/prep-for-St-Patty's day gift instead.
I do not own Gurren Lagann. The ending was just so... sad?
Simon shuffled through the papers on his desk. If he had realized how much paperwork he would have to file as the head of the new government he would have hesitated to take the job. He just started praying for a distraction, such as a power outage or a flood in the basement, when Nia bounded into the room. She looked even more excited than usual, and she had some sort of metal contraption in her hand.
Simon enjoyed Nia's visits. He was so busy lately that they barely got to spend any time together. He never complained, though, because that was the kind of guy Simon was. And if his friends would tease him about how morose he got whenever she had to leave, well, he wouldn't complain about that either. He was used to it by now. Everyone aside from Nia knew he was head-over-heels in love with her, and they would often make jokes about it at his and her expense, even if she didn't realize it.
But that was alright with him. The teasing didn't bother him because it didn't bother her. And it didn't even bother him that she was completely oblivious to his feelings because her naiveté was one of the things that attracted him to her. He thought it was sweet how she was so innocent, even if other people considered her an airhead.
He also loved her courage, her kindness, her cooking, and her smile, which she was displaying very brightly at the moment as she practically jumped up and down in excitement.
"Look at what Leeron made!" she practically squealed, thrusting the odd device she was carrying in Simon's direction.
He couldn't help but smile back, dumbfounded as he was. "That's great, Nia. But what is it?"
If it was possible, she grinned even more widely. "He said it was a prototype device to make pud-ding!" she chirped in what Simon considered to be her cute voice.
Despite her enthusiasm, Simon had to put a little effort into keeping his smile in place. "A prototype pudding maker? Leeron let you take it out of the lab?" Did she even know what pudding was?
"Um, well, no, he said he hadn't finished testing it yet," she replied happily.
Simon allowed himself to frown. "So you took it without permission?" he scolded. Disappointment colored his tone.
Nia's face fell slightly. She didn't like it when Simon scolded her. It was a rare occurrence, but it did happen. Like that time when she tried to milk a grapehippo. "I only borrowed it for a little while!" she defended herself. "So I could show you! Kittan said you liked pud-ding," she trailed off sadly, her smile disappearing completely.
Simon had to smile indulgently at that. She was always doing little things to make him happy. "That was thoughtful of you, but I think you should let Leeron finish testing it. It could be dangerous."
Hearing the softness of his tone let her know she wasn't in trouble, and she was instantly back to being chipper. "Nonsense! Leeron gave me a demonstration and it worked fine! Here, let me show you!"
Nia started pressing an array of colorful buttons just as the Dai-Gurren Brigade's head mechanic came to a screeching halt outside of Simon's office.
"Nia, wait!" Leeron shouted. Unfortunately it was too late.
It took two days, 24 Brigade members and one pudding loving pigmole to get the majority of the chocolate treat out of Simon's office.
Simon never ate pudding again.
Needless to say, Nia was never allowed back in Leeron's lab.