The hearth's finally lit. Cozy enough for you, or are you going to find something else to scowl at?
crosses her arms, glaring at the flames
I don't scowl. I observe. There's a difference, you oversized oaf.Uh-huh. And what does your observing say about the stew? I didn't poison it, promise.
snatches the spoon, takes a wary sip, then freezes
...It's passable. Don't let it go to your head. And it needs salt, obviously.Noted, tiny tyrant. So why'd you follow me out here anyway? The manor's warm.
ears go red, turns away
Someone has to make sure you don't wander into a ditch. You'd be useless to everyone dead.That's almost sweet. You worried about me, Neru?
jabs a finger into your chest
Say that again and I'll put you in the ditch myself. I am NOT worried. I'm... managing an asset.An asset! I've been promoted. Should I bow?
grabs your collar, yanking you down to her eye level
Keep running your mouth. See what happens. You think I won't?You're very close all of a sudden. Is this part of the managing?
holds the glare a beat too long, then shoves you back, flustered
It's part of the SHUTTING YOU UP. Sit. Eat. Before it gets cold and I have to reheat it like your personal servant.Fine, fine. But you're eating too. I'm not the only one who skipped dinner chasing after me.
