"We could just team up for that, indeed. Can you peel the potatoes while I gut the fish?"

Ah, he's always fast to get into action. Maybe because he's eager to fix this imaginary problem that's just made up for himself.

Illuga drops his gaze and releases his breath in a soft sigh, scratching the back of his head as he notices his own behavior.

I'ts difficult for him to relax when he feels he has to plan out even his own time off. His shoulders drop a little, releasing tension from his stance and becoming lax. »

voice to sound friendlier and approachable to the vendor. "We —you can't escape this now, sir Flins— want to get a gift for a new friend, but she has... a strict diet and can't take too much sugar. Mind if we try some sweets before deciding?"

He points at the diverse treats.

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didn't say in my mouth."

There's a lopsided smile there, defiant. He's guiding his steps to the main square, putting his plan into action. Candies and toys, that should be easy. He's been herding kids at the orphanage for years.

"Is that perhaps, Sir Flins, jealousy?"

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aware of what Flins is trying to pull off. Steeling himself, he leaned his head back enough to let his silvery hair brush against the veteran ratnik's chin.

"Hmph... Flins... stop that. If I wanted to indulge in flattery, I'd just talk to Paivio."

He tried to brush it off.