Ah, an interesting idea. Wrathion hums in thought, glancing over the small kitchen.
"I must confess, my own cooking ability is... minimal."
He can hunt, can fish, can dress meat, but most of his cooking ability involves direct application of fire.
"I rarely have a kitchen available to me," he adds. Wrathion is often on the moving, either staying at an inn or camping out. "Do you cook often?"
She hadn't really struck him as the type, but then again it may be something she used to do. Perhaps, in a different life, Emilia was someone more accustomed to the comfort of a home life. Perhaps there was a tipping point where she became the person he knows and left that behind.
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"I must confess, my own cooking ability is... minimal."
He can hunt, can fish, can dress meat, but most of his cooking ability involves direct application of fire.
"I rarely have a kitchen available to me," he adds. Wrathion is often on the moving, either staying at an inn or camping out. "Do you cook often?"
She hadn't really struck him as the type, but then again it may be something she used to do. Perhaps, in a different life, Emilia was someone more accustomed to the comfort of a home life. Perhaps there was a tipping point where she became the person he knows and left that behind.