— aefenglom overflows.

[battlebound]

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[ Well, he can agree with the first part. Food Souls without a master encounter this all too often. You learn to differentiate the good and the bad quickly, or you find yourself in trouble. ]

I... see.

[ And while that's her right, he supposes, he can't relate to it whatsoever. If he wasn't viewed as "good" or "useful", what would he do on Tierra? Food Souls only exist to be useful to humans, after all. ]

... Can I get you a drink?

[ Perhaps they can simply relax, now that the dancing is done. ]

[showsnopiety]

[He's not alone with that. She has a skewed view of the world. There are few that even try to understand what she means so...it's something.

She blinks up at him, and tilts her head. This seems to have come out of nowhere. Maybe a retreat.]

Ah, certainly. Wine, if they have it?

[They could relax now. She'll likely be dancing with someone else soon but...it'd be nice to have a break.]

[battlebound]

[ Maybe he'll get it eventually, but as it is now, it sounds so far from everything Steak exists to believe that he'shaving trouble wrapping his head around it.

So perhaps the invitation to drink is a respite from heavy topics. ]

Very well.

[ He'll be right back with two glasses, one with wine and the other with a darker, heavier spirit and some ice. ]

[showsnopiety]

[Maybe it's better to drink then discussing heavy things.

And she'll be far more polite, if confused. Maybe she thought she'd scare him off, instead he got her wine?

She'll just be. Well. Enjoying her wine, and trying not to think about Steak too much. Else she'll just be full of questions.]