God, those casual touches! How had he not noticed how absent those had been? It was absurd.
"Well then, this is perfect. Way faster to cook than pasta with Alfred-sauce." He blinked. That sounded vaguely dirty. He totally needed another sip of scotch. "Two lancers, coming right up. Grab the cheese, bread, and tuna, and I'll get the rest of it ready."
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"Well then, this is perfect. Way faster to cook than pasta with Alfred-sauce." He blinked. That sounded vaguely dirty. He totally needed another sip of scotch. "Two lancers, coming right up. Grab the cheese, bread, and tuna, and I'll get the rest of it ready."