[It’s better than remaining stagnant in the city, with restlessness gnawing at his skin. A weapon at rest becomes dull, and he does not know if he likes being uprooted from a mission, a prerogative, a knowing of what to do, settles well with him.
To wish you well, of course, and to tell you to come back in one piece. If you find any interesting things that might make good ingredients for a dish, bring them back and we'll use them in your next lesson.
[She’d probably be better suited than his rEAL PARENTS...]
It was edible, which was the baseline goal. I don’t have much room to complain. And I don’t have aims to be a chef, either, but I wouldn’t mind learning something more complex the next time.
Even if you don't have aims to be a chef you should still enjoy what you're eating! Food is an experience, after all. I'll be sure to pick something a bit more difficult next time. We've got to level you up, after all.
It’s more of a necessity than an experience. That’s why I asked you to teach me in the first place. Adapting to this world as quickly as possible is the ideal.
Just wait until you try my rolanberry cheesecake. It makes men's knees weak.
Yes. I've another individual I'm teaching how to cook, a few commissions to finish and some records to put in order for a client. I'm also doing my best to keep atop my magic studies and recently I've taken up learning how to use a blade effectively.
[Not to chop carrots, mind you, but more to stab people.]
Yes. While magic is one way of defending one's self, I find it may be in my best interest to learn a more physical means of keeping myself safe. His name is Felix. He's a soldier by trade. Tall but shorter than you, has dark hair he keeps tied up and pretty golden eyes. Maybe you'll run into him as he's going on the expedition as well.
He seems prone to putting holes in his clothes and so we struck a deal - I'll patch his garments up in exchange for a few lessons.
Yes. That's him. Perhaps the two of you would have something common to talk about, if anything. It may be a comfort to have another soldier to confide in.
Really, you would? I would absolutely love to take you up on your offer!
I’m not looking to confide as much to fight when I can. Training has always been necessary, and I don’t want to fall out of the habit if I can avoid it. Would you consider him skilled?
As soon as I’ve returned from the expedition, we’ll arrange a time and place.
I would, from what little I know anyway. His instruction thus far has been to the point and easy to understand. If anything, he's extremely passionate about it.
[Another instance of someone checking in on him? Odd, again — maybe vaguely appreciated in that cumbersomely detached way of his, but it’s superseded by debating how he should answer.
“I’m fine” is often the default. Usually the truth, too, in some form or fashion.]
I’m fine. You don’t have to feel obligated to check in on me.
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