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⠀⠀❝They've all turned to naught but gimmicks at this point. They barely qualify as "cooking".❞

You need to go touch some grass.

⠀⠀❝...Just what have you done to it.❞ It qualified as less of a question and more of a statement. They sighed as they made space upon the desk for the broken weapon. ⠀⠀❝Come then, let's see it.❞

⠀⠀❝Were you really enjoying it, or were you only watching because it served as a nice distraction from more important things?❞

They know. It's their duty to know. They. Must. Know. ⠀⠀❝Was that a response or a question, Owner?❞

How one could manage to make it fall apart so utterly it almost seemed intentional. And yet it was brought to a techshop rather than a blacksmith... ⠀⠀❝You didn't go toe-to-toe with a swordmaster, did you?❞ they joked while picking up the pieces, inspecting them closely.

⠀⠀❝Why linger upon the unnecessary?❞ Still, the revelation had them pursing their lips somewhat. They didn't have any good experiences with demons. ⠀⠀❝So, have you come to offer a deal? Or merely observe?❞

Great. Can you play some smooth jazz while you're in there?

Okay. But do you touch grass?

Go touch grass.

Sheesh... one could almost think I'm sending you off to war.

And I'm playing the straight man, keep up.

I'm the supposedly serious one in this comedy duo.

The moment we met.