[ Some would say it’s rude to point, Jaune. Pyrrha, for her part, endures it gracefully. Without Ren, they take turns cooking (with less than edible results on occasion) but the thought of having it taken care of for her for a night is, well. Nice. Kneeling down beside Jaune, she joins in, giving Ren Jr. a quick rub behind the ears. (She’s gotten used to petting its solid metal exterior the same way she would a flesh-and-bones dog with fur, but Pyrrha is still careful to keep her touches light. Just in case. Semblance and all that.) ]
Yeah, you do.
[ Playfully, she nudges him with her elbow. ]
We’ll order in Greek. [ Shhh. It’s not symbolic or anything. ]
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Yeah, you do.
[ Playfully, she nudges him with her elbow. ]
We’ll order in Greek. [ Shhh. It’s not symbolic or anything. ]