[He pays no mind to the Cutieflies, though they are decidedly well-named.]
I was traveling. I wished to be properly presentable, not that you would have any idea about that. Nevertheless, I had not the time to cook my own meals, this I will confess, but the prepared meals they offer here are not...terrible.
[Honestly, a lot of the food quality here is better than most of the food you'd find readily available in much of Eorzea or whatnot. Perhaps not so with the Imperial Palace of Garlemald, but still. Either way, he waves Hythlodaeus off and takes a seat at the table.]
Anyroad... Yes, yes. We much favor the same conversational stratagem. This is why I know a question is nary one. Truth be told, I do not know how much practice he truly has with aught domestic. His living quarters are...well, not filthy by any means, but rather chaotic.
[As he talks, there's the distinct sound of paw pads tapping their way down the stairs, and soon enough there peeks in the Nickit that Hades had caught during that weird weekend. Upon seeing his trainer, he slinks on over, and hops into his lap. Not that Hades minds, seeing as he does not skip a beat in petting the creature.]
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I was traveling. I wished to be properly presentable, not that you would have any idea about that. Nevertheless, I had not the time to cook my own meals, this I will confess, but the prepared meals they offer here are not...terrible.
[Honestly, a lot of the food quality here is better than most of the food you'd find readily available in much of Eorzea or whatnot. Perhaps not so with the Imperial Palace of Garlemald, but still. Either way, he waves Hythlodaeus off and takes a seat at the table.]
Anyroad... Yes, yes. We much favor the same conversational stratagem. This is why I know a question is nary one. Truth be told, I do not know how much practice he truly has with aught domestic. His living quarters are...well, not filthy by any means, but rather chaotic.
[As he talks, there's the distinct sound of paw pads tapping their way down the stairs, and soon enough there peeks in the Nickit that Hades had caught during that weird weekend. Upon seeing his trainer, he slinks on over, and hops into his lap. Not that Hades minds, seeing as he does not skip a beat in petting the creature.]