Hey, I don't mind. Technically, we did hire her for this kind of stuff.
[He doesn't mind NOW. The first couple of nights, right up until the snapping incident, were rough. He could still remember the incessant ringing in his ears, all because he dared to defy gender roles and insist that a man's place could be in the kitchen too - or something like that, the details were lost on him once he had (nearly) dropped the china plates onto the floor.
Sure, the plates were ultimately unharmed! But in hindsight, that might've been why she was so frustrated with him. Still, at the mention of his first name, he can't quite hide the smile tugging on his face. It feels more special, coming from her.
He sees that deflated expression, but doesn't know what to make of it - was she disappointed because he mentioned everyone? Should he have mentioned something else? In the end, he doesn't know how to address it, so he lets it slide for now.]
That's stupid. You're way better than all those other guys, so it sucks that you can't practice, even for just a little bit. [He should know: he's seen them practicing - and he might've defeated one in a practice match without a sword. What could he say? He wasn't your typical Tales protagonist much for swordfighting. If his girl wanted to fight, why couldn't she? She was managing this estate just fine - but then again, Senel supposed, that was the whole point of this charade. Prove that she was capable of running it and that she had married someone who could uphold the name, and then this would be the end of that.
So he returns the smile as he holds out his arm for her.] Of course. But we can keep the breakfast-thing going, right?
[Because he actually likes waking up and having breakfast with her. He's not even a morning person. He'll kick off the covers and moan and groan but a filling breakfast with someone like her? He'd do almost anything to keep that routine going.]
a gorgeous but terrifying place, lbr
[He doesn't mind NOW. The first couple of nights, right up until the snapping incident, were rough. He could still remember the incessant ringing in his ears, all because he dared to defy gender roles and insist that a man's place could be in the kitchen too - or something like that, the details were lost on him once he had (nearly) dropped the china plates onto the floor.
Sure, the plates were ultimately unharmed! But in hindsight, that might've been why she was so frustrated with him. Still, at the mention of his first name, he can't quite hide the smile tugging on his face. It feels more special, coming from her.
He sees that deflated expression, but doesn't know what to make of it - was she disappointed because he mentioned everyone? Should he have mentioned something else? In the end, he doesn't know how to address it, so he lets it slide for now.]
That's stupid. You're way better than all those other guys, so it sucks that you can't practice, even for just a little bit. [He should know: he's seen them practicing - and he might've defeated one in a practice match without a sword. What could he say? He wasn't
your typical Tales protagonistmuch for swordfighting. If his girl wanted to fight, why couldn't she? She was managing this estate just fine - but then again, Senel supposed, that was the whole point of this charade. Prove that she was capable of running it and that she had married someone who could uphold the name, and then this would be the end of that.So he returns the smile as he holds out his arm for her.] Of course. But we can keep the breakfast-thing going, right?
[Because he actually likes waking up and having breakfast with her. He's not even a morning person. He'll kick off the covers and moan and groan but a filling breakfast with someone like her? He'd do almost anything to keep that routine going.]