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[ CAN A GUY NOT S-RANK IN PRIVACY... As is, Morgan suspects nothing of her intentions. There's nothing fishy about a longtime roommate spending a little bit of time with you...! ]

Good afternoon, Ada! That sounds lovely. I'll even trade you some of that tea for apple munchies.

[ Because he gathered more fruit from the fallen garden than it seemed prudent to eat all at once. So he'd sliced them up, let them sit out in the sun (no need to protect against bugs, even)... and presto! Dried fruit. A little stash of it sits invitingly on the coffee table in front of him. ]

[ she doesn't have intentions yet!! But she will. When she remembers. She's just being her usual cordial self now. ]

Apple... munchies? [ she asks rather hesitantly, hoping Morgan hasn't made any sort of magical concoction or something, but when she peers over, it's easy to see it's nothing any more frightening than dried apples. ] Ah, all right! Thank you. That's a good idea. I never thought about it before...

Dried fruit, nuts, and jerky. All great for the long march! Wish I had some cinnamon to go with it, but you know how the cinnamon supply is around here.

[ He gestures invitingly. Come sit!! ]

[ she will once she's put the tea on, goodness!! let her bustle over to their sad, tiny kitchen area for a moment. ]

That's too bad... But that's still pretty wonderful, Morgan. I wish that I knew how to prepare any food...

[ once she's started the water boiling, she comes over to sit with Morgan - then, reflecting on what she just said, suddenly remembers one of the conversations she had last night. Right, she was talking with Noire about the cakes, and then later, she saw the two of them... ]

Oh! That's right, Morgan... I saw you speaking with that girl, Noire. Do you know her? She said that you can bake cakes with fruit!

[ At mention of Noire, he sits a little taller. Does she like to bake...? ]

Yeah, I know her! We're... um, pretty close. [ Hehe. He can't help the hint of pink that touches his cheeks. ] You two seem like you'd be fast friends!

[ noticing... that... they did seem to be having a pretty heated conversation last night. (Good thing Ada didn't see him kissing Raphael.) She tilts her head at him rather curiously, but doesn't say anything more. For now. ]

We do? [ mostly, they just talked about her brother... and the other Morgan. Her face darkens a little at the memory. ]

[ Oz and Morgan...... all in good time. ]

Yup! You're both demure, good-natured, terribly shy, somewhat frail, terrified of bugs, overly fun to tease... Frankly, I'm surprised that your like natures didn't draw you to each other sooner!

[ and he doesn't even know about ada's obsession with the occult... ]

[ and he never will ]

E-eh?! Fun to tease? That's mean, Morgan... [ pout. But she doesn't take it to heart - no worries. Actually, she looks a little amused. ] But, um... I'll take that as a compliment, I think... You seemed like you got along with her very well.

You could say that. You could also say that she's my girlfriend.

[ SHAMELESS but also blushing a little because it's still new and exciting to be able to say that. He doesn't wanna brag, but... as a roommate, she'll find out sooner or later...? ]

[ -- oh. Woah. Ada blinks, then looks surprised, though she also flushes a little (after all, this means Morgan was just comparing her to his girlfriend - but she's sure he meant nothing by it.) ]

R-really?! Morgan, I had no idea...! That's wonderful. She's very pretty! [ she says with a smile, clasping her hands together. ] It sounds like she can make good food, too...

[ He puffs up in agreement, just a little proud; yes she is very pretty, and no he doesn't know how a dweeb like him managed to snag her despite that. ]

It's a shame ingredients are so hard to come by. I've never tasted her cooking in full before... which I'll have to remedy as soon as possible! Home cooking made with love is just about the most comforting thing there is, don't you think?

[ please, Morgan, you have lots of good points!! say that out loud and Ada will be forced to list them for you. She nods agreeably. ]

Definitely. My friend is an excellent cook... I miss his food already. I'm sure Miss Noire's cooking will be delicious, as well.

Definitely! She may lack confidence, but when she puts her all into something, she can't be beat. Have you ever seen her at the bow and arrow?

[ let him gush ]

Bow and arrow...? You don't mean that she's a soldier like you, Morgan?

[ it's the first she's heard of it! She supposes she shouldn't be surprised, but Noire seemed so slight and shy that it's hard to picture. ]

Mm-hm. She's one of the best archers you'll ever meet! Did you know? We're part of the same army -- the Shepherds. Not the exact same army since we're from different timelines, but... you get the idea.

Ah, really? That's amazing! I wish that I knew how to use something like that...

[ well, sort of. It's more like the idea of being able to defend the people she loves is appealing than actually using a weapon. ]

Hey, if you want to give it a spin, I just so happen to have a bow you can try out!

[ It's a perfect weapon for her, too... HE IS WARM TO THIS IDEA. ]

R-really?

[ morgan why do you have that... but she doesn't seem adverse to the idea, at least. Rather, she looks curious. ]

Really! Let me fetch it.

[ He hops up and vanishes into their room for a quick minute. When he emerges, he sure does have a bow and arrow. The bow itself is of sound craftsmanship even to the untrained eye. ]

[ slightly bewildered, she nods, then waits for him to return. When he does - and with an actual bow - she looks as surprised as one might expect. ]

Uwah... I never even noticed that you had something like this, Morgan. Where did you find it?

It was a gift from Noire, as a matter of fact! I think she picked it off a stray enemy.

[ From that one time he fought her and Morgan... whoops but thanks grima. He holds the bow out to Ada, withholding the arrow for now. ]

Give it a feel. This one's got a fair bit of poundage to its pull, but you'll work your way up to it in no time.

[ a stray enemy? That's a little gruesome to imagine - and she flinches a little, though she can hardly imagine the delicate Noire hurting someone like that - but she does accept the bow, albeit hesitantly. ]

O... Okay. I'll try...!

[ and, holding the bow vertically, she does indeed try, wrapping slender fingers around the bowstring and pulling. Or... trying to pull.

As it turns out, serious bows are pretty hard to draw. Ada, who's been raised in soft, cushy surroundings and never lifted anything much heavier than cat litter, can't pull it very far. ] Hn... I-it's really hard...!

[ While she's giving that a go, he grabs the teapot from the stove, sets it on the table, and sticks the teabag in. ]

It's certainly harder than it looks! But far from impossible. If Noire can do it, there's no reason why you can't!

[ Eventually. Very eventually. ]

[ thank you, Morgan, she's so distracted with this sudden and unexpected archery business that she'd forgotten about it. She's still huffing and puffing trying to pull back the string as he does so. After a moment or two, however, she gives up, sighing heavy and letting her hand drop away. ]

N-no, I can't... Noire must be really strong! She looked so delicate, too...

Aw, you're not giving yourself enough credit. I was pretty awful at archery when I was starting out too! And Noire probably had to work at it for ages to get to her level. When she has a mind to get something done, she never lets up.

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lewd!!!

i'm quite sure i have no idea what you're referring to