Mm, we are in America. They haven't really stepped up their tea game compared to the rest of the world. [ whereas Hime is just straight being an Asian tea snob. ]
And I mean yellow cake! Just look. [ indeed, it is yellow cake, and it's pretty damn good looking as well. Thank you, pastry chef PreCard. ]
Oh very well, if you insist! [ He's deft, almost too deft at pulling a knife out in a motion that is only half-there, like in one swift stroke the knife is in his hand, and he's cutting at the cake, not one piece but two. ]
I insist that you share, however!
[ And one is presented for her. He really doesn't act like a supervillain does he? ]
Oh, well, if you insist, [ said in a way that's very much 'I'm a delicate lady and will act properly.' this is ruined by the fact that she takes her fork and shoves a MASSIVE bite of cake in her mouth. ]
[ Shade, however, shows far more manners, as befitting a dude who grew up in a time when fidgeting was seen as rude. His bite was small, but he smiled.
And fought not to criticize. Gourmands could be good, even him. He nodded. ]
Oh. Wait. Suddenly Hime feels really self-conscious because Shade's got great manners. So, she swallows her bite and smiles a bit awkwardly. ]
Erm, what I meant to say was that it turned out a lot better than expected. I guess it was lucky that I got the Pastry Chef PreCard this weekend. [ not realizing that Shade probably has no idea what she means by that. ]
Part of my superhero powers, [ Hime said, as she reached into her purse. Pulling out a binder, she opened it to show Shade the contents: outfits, as if on a fashion plate. There were five different outfits displayed: a ballerina outfit, a hula dancer, a magical girl, a ninja and the outfit Hime was currently wearing, a pastry chef. ]
I can use these PreCards to change my clothes as well as get skills associated with the outfits!
Well, then, that settles it. Perhaps tonight? For dinner? [ Shade often cooked dinner. He was like a slightly less fancy Hannibal Lecter -- without the cannibalism. ]
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He smiled. ]
My! This looks delicious. What flavor is it? Would you like tea to go with it?
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[ He paused, before rooting around in a cupboard. ] I do, but I'm afraid it's bought from a store stateside. It may not be very good.
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And I mean yellow cake! Just look. [ indeed, it is yellow cake, and it's pretty damn good looking as well. Thank you, pastry chef PreCard. ]
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[ He pulled it out, and put the water on, but even so, he looked over. ]
Hime, truly, you've outdone my expectations. Thank you. You certainly didn't have to.
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So go on! Eat a slice!
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I insist that you share, however!
[ And one is presented for her. He really doesn't act like a supervillain does he? ]
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And fought not to criticize. Gourmands could be good, even him. He nodded. ]
Not bad, not bad. Delicious, actually.
[ Actually, it wasn't bad.
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Oh. Wait. Suddenly Hime feels really self-conscious because Shade's got great manners. So, she swallows her bite and smiles a bit awkwardly. ]
Erm, what I meant to say was that it turned out a lot better than expected. I guess it was lucky that I got the Pastry Chef PreCard this weekend. [ not realizing that Shade probably has no idea what she means by that. ]
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[ He honestly doesn't, and takes another meager bite. For being someone who claimed to love food, he ate slow -- then again, he savored every moment.
Particularly food on the other side of prison's iron bars. ]
What would that be?
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I can use these PreCards to change my clothes as well as get skills associated with the outfits!
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[ He looks on with interest. Actually, this is the kind of thing that Shade would be totally interested in. Of course it is. ]
Perhaps sometime we'll have to cook together, then.
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I'd love to cook with you sometime, Mr. Shade!
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[ Only slightly. ]
What sort of food do you normally eat?
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Well, then, that settles it. Perhaps tonight? For dinner? [ Shade often cooked dinner. He was like a slightly less fancy Hannibal Lecter -- without the cannibalism. ]
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That sounds great!