[ no prompto don't blush, it's like a plague it's contagious ugh look she's caught it already, her ears are going pink. she'll look pointedly away and busy herself with the chopping, hacking off limbs to set them on the rack. at this point it looks pretty much like grocery store chicken so he can probably stomach it. well. except for the fact that she's scooping out the guts next.. gross. for a moment she contemplates keeping the edible organs, but you know, that's probably too advanced for him right now, so all of the slop goes into the pot instead. ]
That's - I'd like that, yes.
[ she's got great aim, almost like she has elf eyes or something. ]
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That's - I'd like that, yes.
[ she's got great aim, almost like she has elf eyes or something. ]