Clive is silent for a moment, simply aerating his potato before setting it aside once it's sufficiently poked. Then he leans back against the counter, before grunting and turning a bit to the side. Ifrits spikes are a pain in the ass.
He nods gently, arms going across his chest as he ponders the distance as they wait for the oven to heat. ]
Though I was treated better than most, being a fighter they couldn't afford to lose, we were often left to fend for ourselves. They called it good practice. Hunt an animal, find some root vegetables, then cook them or starve. After so often of unseasoned meat and under-cooked vegetables, we got creative.
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Clive is silent for a moment, simply aerating his potato before setting it aside once it's sufficiently poked. Then he leans back against the counter, before grunting and turning a bit to the side. Ifrits spikes are a pain in the ass.
He nods gently, arms going across his chest as he ponders the distance as they wait for the oven to heat. ]
Though I was treated better than most, being a fighter they couldn't afford to lose, we were often left to fend for ourselves. They called it good practice. Hunt an animal, find some root vegetables, then cook them or starve. After so often of unseasoned meat and under-cooked vegetables, we got creative.