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[nolittlesecret]

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[nolittlesecret]

Not for me, but I've been cooking since I've been a kid... I think I'll just bring some over to your place. If you wanna learn how to make it, I'll send an ingredient list, but you ain't making it without me there. No offense, Prom, but you don't look like a cook.

[Yes, he's shortened your name already.]

[photoshooter]

'Prom'...? --Uh, dude. Is there some official way cooks are supposed to look?

[nolittlesecret]

Well....... not a "look" per say. More of a feeling. You don't feel like a cook to me. That better?

[photoshooter]

Mmmmmmh... Well, okay, that's fair. Lucina's not used to all the different appliances, and I'm not exactly great at cooking...

[nolittlesecret]

Eh, I can teach ya both some simple things. Like instant ramen and stuff. College kid cooking.

[photoshooter]

What, Cup Noodle? [He laughs.] Even I can handle Cup Noodle, dude! I'm bad, not hopeless!

[nolittlesecret]

Yes, but do you know there's tricks to it? And little things you can do to make it the perfect cup? It's more than just putting hot water in and waiting five minutes.

[.....]

Or I can show you how to make ramen from scratch.

[photoshooter]

What, like, even making the noodles? Wouldn't that be pretty, uh... intense, for someone you don't trust to make cat food?

[nolittlesecret]

Nah, we won't make those. Too advanced for just ramen. But I can show you which are the best noodles to get for it, and how to make it as authentic as possible. If you want fresh veggies, that's not problem, but if you want the dried stuff, I know where to get that, too.

[photoshooter]

Uh, well, fresh is usually better, right? That's why it's more expensive?

[Prompto sounds thoughtful as he mulls this over. What if he could make something that'd really knock Lucina's socks off?]

I guess I could try to learn how to do this, if you really think it's that much better than instant...

[This is going to end in tears. And smoke. And food poisoning.]

[nolittlesecret]

Yeah, but it takes practice. I wasn't a wonder chef overnight! Been cooking since I was a wee little laddie. [No that totally wasn't an accent at the end of that sentence not at alllllll]

Homemade is always better than instant!

[That's why they both make something, and that way at least one dish is edible.]

[photoshooter]

If you say so! Remember: no frame for comparison, here.

[He's only been alive for, like, two days.]

So when should we expect you over? You need directions to our temple?

[nolittlesecret]

True... I can still whip you into shape one way or another.

[Two days of... easy living?]

Well, I can drop off the food with directions, but I gotta skedaddle right away. I haven't walked Argo yet today.

[photoshooter]

Isn't that one of your cats? You walk your cat?

[nolittlesecret]

Argo is a Clydesdale. A horse. They need regular exercise.

[photoshooter]

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Uh.

[nolittlesecret]

......... do you not know what a horse is?

[photoshooter]

I have no idea what a horse is.

[nolittlesecret]

.... whenever you come over, you will get to meet one. He's a sweetheart, if bigger than he should be for a gelding.

[photoshooter]

[:D!! New animal friends! Prompto sounds, and is, delighted.]

Okay! Lookin' forward to it!

[nolittlesecret]

I should probs get to making some of the cat food for ya two. Tell Lucy I'll be by, and if not, I'll send Mark your way. Don't mind him. He's a soulless bloke.

[photoshooter]

Huh? Oh, sure. Okay. Thanks so much, man! You're a lifesaver!

[nolittlesecret]

No problem. Talk to you later, Prom.

[Yep. Still going to call you that.]