PC CATCHALL WITH NERO

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And it may have everything to do with the situation. What, did a spell of yours go awry? Or a wizard cast something that should not have been cast?

[he's just going with this because he mentioned "wizards".]

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[Reflexively-]

I'm not a wizard. Besides, there's only the one who does portals, and it's doors to other places in the same world.

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Are you not?

[Portals, huh.]

So portals is out of the question, then. And there's no traces of what you expect of wizards in this place?

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[... He's skipping the first question.]

I don't know that much about 'em...

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[Shaking the bag of peanuts in his direction, again. Take more!]

Are there a lot of them, where you're from?

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Less wizards than humans, no matter what country you're in.

[He'll take... two more peanuts.]

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[He nods, and continues searching, eventually finding a box of pasta. Nice!]

You say it like they're distinct. They're a different species?

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Yeah.

[sort of.]

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Huh. Extra arms? Extra organs?

Why, do they even look like humans at all?

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They look like humans, but they can do magic. They can live for thousands of years too... That's enough for the distinction.

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[He's reading the box of pasta as he speaks.]

Ah, I see. Poor humanity. If wizards live so long, one would wonder what's the point to such a brief life at all, right?

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[Is this a thing people worry about...]

... I guess?

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Hm?

[He sideglances at Nero from his pasta box.]

You haven't wondered about it? The disparity between your meager life and the long full life of a wizard?

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I dunno, they start gettin' real weird.

I'm fine with my life.

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Ah, good for you, then. To be happy with one's life is to be truly satisfied.

[And now he's putting the box of pasta down.]

Mm. I daresay I need some water for this...

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[...

And now he's watching him like a very concerned parent.]

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Come now, have more faith! I've cooked many a thing for Iris at home. It isn't difficult.

[Reaching into a cupboard for a pot! Also shaking the bag at the other again. Peanuts?]

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Who's Iris?

[Also no, he's not taking more.]

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...

[He doesn't answer.]

[But he almost looks a bit...fond? As he turns away to put the peanuts on the counter and then takes the pot to the sink to wash.]

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[...

Well, whatever, he's not really the type to go prying. Instead he's just watching Sholmes in the pasta cooking process.]

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[Well, it is a process of washing the pot, getting the water, and dumping the pasta in the pot, so that's that. And before he goes to turn the stove on, he's looking for a strainer.]

You know, if I'm in your way, you can simply just say it, my good man.

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You're not.

[He just wants to make sure nothing very stupid happens while this man is in the kitchen.]

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Then are you here to ensure my very good behavior, then?

[And he's starting to pot to boil when he gets the strainer. Wow. Boiling, Very exciting.]

Come now. If I am to restore your faith in me, I'm sure its not through something as boring as this.

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It can start with this.

[He's still holding the pan...]

[greatdeduction]

Then let it start with this. I would hate to be hunted down by such an esteemed echelon and guardian of the kitchen.

[Strangely sincere?]