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".....as mother said, careful who you trust."
Erica had always been suspicious of the Sisters, and Orietta had been raised to treat them with a healthy caution. Every second she spent here, Orietta was realising exactly what her mother had been doing before she was born and how hard, exactly, it was.

"Very well. No harm will befall my allies."
"That is your first and only warning."
9-8, twang an axeman, canto to 9-9

"...perhaps not. We could simply return the precious devices to their homes after we're finished. If we can go to those places, there is no reason why we cannot go back."

"Two beers, please. I need a drink after today."
Rosencrantz rubs his chin, sighing as his other hand catches the two beers slid down the bar, the bartender grunting at him.

Today had been a little bit of a rollercoaster. They'd gone from lining up to get trained, to trying to break a strike -in a way that didn't get their kidneys shanked by pissed off, betrayed workers- to fighting demons to fighting an actual Demon General to finding out said Demon General was quite literally the manifestation of Sloth and couldn't even be bothered to do her job to Serena shrieking about toenails to some cute-looking merchant apparently joining their crew (not that he minded, she seemed pleasant enough and one extra person who wasn't a madwoman like their employer was always welcome).

Suffice to say, this had not been at all what Rosencrantz had ever thought of envisioning when he had signed on to join the team, let alone back when he was a young boy hoping to become Generia's next great adventurer, and he wasn't quite sure WHAT he felt.
"Sorry if that came off wrong or if I'm, uh, bothering you. I just figured, I was gonna buy myself a drink anyway, I might as well be nice and offer you one."

"N-no....this is, uh, this is way more than I expected! I-I don't think anyone's done something this nice for me for a very long time....thank you, but y-you really didn't need to go to all this trouble...."
Milly takes the proferred plate, looking at it like 42-1 had just given her a plate of solid gold nuggets.

"I-it's fine, really....after all, you have to take the good with the bad, right?"
Then 42-1 appears with a plate and Milly goes right back to being embarrassed.
"A-are you sure this is okay? I-I'm sure you didn't need to go to all the trouble to m-making me some food..."

"....there's something about that woman and I don't like her."

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The kitchen is mostly clean; wooden countertops, a fireplace, cutlery, cooking pots, knives and what you might expect to find in a pub; potatoes, subpar fish, cooking oil, larders full of meat and cheese, and barrels full of beer and ale.

Of course, the ingredients don't matter, given you already have Serena's.

Serena's eyes follow Milly suspiciously as she's kinda swept along.

The bartender lifts his eyebrow at 42-1.
"Okay, whoa, stop there, mate. You can't just commandeer my kitchen like you own the place."

"N-no, really, 42-1, it's fine, you didn't do anything wrong! I-I can finish helping you first, I-I don't need to eat right this instant!"