Here's some life advice for you, kid, don't dish out what you can't take.

Good. Keep it that way.

I'm calling the poli—the knights. Gonna scrub that mouth with soap until your taste buds fall off.

Have you tried spitting in Byleth's food?

Let me make it very clear to you and EVERYONE ELSE LISTENING: I am _not_ touching you.

PUT YOUR GODDAMNED PANTS ON

I hate children.

That's it, I quit. Find yourself a new teacher. Bother Shamir or whoever.

See ya.

You must be real proud of yourself.

—a man could change his mind, sure.

"Yeah! And whose fault is that? Who here drives me into the pub?" Well, we could all say Greil but that's a little too honest for Shinon, innit—

He opens his mouth. He closes his mouth. He owes Ike nothing, let alone an explanation.

Shit— [ so much for bouncing out of tellius ] (What are they all doing here?)

I need a drink.

Get outta here, Ike.

Wordlessly, he knocks back the ale and squints at Ike without a hint of gratitude.

"With what?" Consider his interest vaguely piqued.

"So you need a scout. You already considered Rolf?" Sips.

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