Sprace: Nero

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[perfectpower]

I wouldn't, but yours is still better.

[Buttering up the cook.]

[perfectdistance]

I'd still cook for you, y'know.

[There's still a surge of affection.]

[perfectpower]

[oh no that's cute. Bradley is feeling that affection now too, and it's hard to tell if it's Nero's he's feeling or if it's his own.]

Of course.

[perfectdistance]

[ There's two of them, they're likely amplifying it. He'd find it embarrassing if he actually listened to what was going on. ]

Gettin' too used to it?

[perfectpower]

Maybe, but that's not a bad thing right?

[perfectdistance]

[ They still have a while before the next Great Calamity, but there's a distinct pang of guilt.

One day, he will die at Bradley's hand, after all. It's what he deserves. ]

I'll leave that up to you.

[perfectpower]

[Even if he doesn't know what thoughts are causing it, he feels that. No pangs of guilt allowed!]

Then I'll choose your cooking, each and every day.

[perfectdistance]

Have you considered learning a little?

[ What are you going to do when Nero is gone? ]

[perfectpower]

Don't need to. I can keep myself fed well enough whenever I'm off on a mission. Anything I make wouldn't be as good as what you can make anyway.

[perfectdistance]

[ Thinks about Bradley's baking.... ]

If you put in the effort, you could do a decent job.

[perfectpower]

Yeah! I can cook meat pretty well, especially over a campfire.

[He has a one-track mind.]

[perfectdistance]

It's always meat with you. At least balance it out with fruit or something.

[Here's your breakfast.]

[perfectpower]

Fruit's okay.

[It's just vegetables he hates.]

What fruit would go good with grilled fish?

[perfectdistance]

Citrus, like lemons.