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[rudelanguage]

S...that's fine, yeah. This'll...this'll be great. [beat.

oh.

oh fuck we're on! Antigonevoice GO]

Oh! Uh! Hhhhey! Heyyy, so uh. Did anyone get offered to, uh...buy a guy? During the fog stuff?

Quick yes or no works.

[...]

That's all.

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[rudelanguage]

[Knife has no fucking idea what a spaghetti or a linguine is, but balls of meat rule!

tomatoes are fine too.

she sticks her hands in to grab the warm plate out, giving it a vigorous shake to free it fully from the bag.]

Didja tastetest first before dumping it on me or nah?

[miniroth]

[His nose wrinkles a little.]

I don't really make it a habit of tasting things other people are going to get, that sounds like a cross-contamination nightmare. But I saved some for myself, which I intend to eat later. It's not poisoned but if it makes you unwell you can get revenge later.

[That seems fair to him. He didn't poison it anyway but if it's a concern, then it's one he can alleviate!]

[rudelanguage]

[she mirrors his expression back at him in her own, foxy-faced way, peeling whatever wrapping's on here to keep it warm.

she just...wholesale grabs a meatball in her unwashed hand and holds it up.]

You first.

[miniroth]

[Tinfoil works perfectly well for wrapping spaghetti dishes! And he found a lot of it recently. it's been getting used on things it shouldn't.

Sephiroth is a growing adolescent boy, he is constantly ravenous, and wouldn't normally hesitate, except--]

But then you'll have less.

[rudelanguage]

Good point! So you better thank me for being generous, yeah?

[miniroth]

[Honestly he's not familiar enough with interacting with others not Gaia or Popp to be sure this isn't entirely routine and expected.

Maybe it's normal and he's the only one who doesn't know it. Hesitantly the offending meatball.. steakball is plucked from her grasp. It's still nice and warm at least.]

Well. Thank you then, for your generosity.

[Food's food. it's gonna disappear really fast.]

[rudelanguage]

[the intense expression remains, but Antigone's tail swishes, pleased by the obedience. Not bad, kid! Maybe you got a brain in there!

she watches, eyes narrowing. is this overkill as far as paranoia goes? yes.

is she gonna do it anyway because she's committed to the bit and he's playing along? also yes.]

[miniroth]

[It is in fact perfectly edible to ridiculously over-enhanced supersoldiers, but it's also probably perfectly fine for Antigone too given it's all mundane ingredients. The meatball disappears in two bites.

He kind of wishes he brought some with him now, so he had a snack on the way back. For someone concerned about cross-contamination issues, he doesn't seem too worried about licking meatball juice off his fingers.]

I think I could have used a bit more pepper.

[rudelanguage]

[he's only just popped the food in his mouth before Antigone immediately starts grabbing up and shoveling a handful in her own because caution clearly doesn't matter here. she may eat like a toddler, but...

...but there's no conclusion to that statement.]

Widdh-- [nosh. gulp.] Which part's the bisketti-part? Tastes just like noodles n' meat n' sauce to me.

[miniroth]

The noodle part. Each different kind of noodle has a different name.

[For reasons he really didn't understand. He didn't care. A noodle is a noodle. If her table manners (sans table) bother him at all, Sephiroth doesn't show it. He didn't usually use his hands but maybe he would if he were hungry enough.

And if he had remembered to bring a fork. What else is she supposed to use, a stick??]

They all taste the same though.

[rudelanguage]

Noodles is noodles. [but maybe it matters to someone really elbow-deep into cooking? fuck if Knife knows.]

Either way-- [she wipes one side of her muzzle with the back of her hand.] this ain't bad. Good job, guy.