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(It's too dangerous an issue. Better just forget about it.)

Hey, hey, hey, big guy——

Hm? Who's there?

It's me! You see something floating down the corridor, who else could it be?! You stupid?

Whatever. Here, take this. Don't drop it.

What's——

There you go. I got a thing. Later.

Wait!

........He's gone.

What is he doing? It's a... sandwich?

He burned the bread, didn't cut the edges, and sliced the scalesaur meat too thick, it's...

Cut him a break.

He worked hard on it. Even put in some tangerine slices. It should taste fine.

........Vulcan.

You must be here for my shield. I left it with a few other pieces that need fixing in the kitchen. I'll fetch them for you.

It's okay, I'll go with.

That guy was pretty chatty while working on that sandwich.

Did Ethan say something unpleasant to you? Let me apologize on his behalf. He speaks without thinking, but there's no malice in him....

Err, no. Slow down there. It's nothing like that.

He said he wanted to give Uncle Matterhorn a taste of 'aimless youth cuisine,' as a token of appreciation.

I guess he put his heart into it. Oh and he walked off with two plates of food that were sitting in the kitchen.

What nonsense. Such hooliganism.

It is. But why do I get the sense that you kinda like it?

That's ridiculous.

Look me in the eye and say that.

Ahem.

........By the way, how old is Ethan?

Where does he get off calling me 'Uncle?'