[ He obeys without realizing it, pulling his sleeves up and back, tying them with the ribbon he keeps pocketed for the purpose, eyes wide. What exactly is she expecting him to do? ]
Lady Rin...I do not... [ Don't say you don't know how, just say you don't do it, Seimei. Admitting you don't know how to cook practically screams pampered jerk. Which he isn't...at least by the standards of his era. Standards he's being forced to acknowledge aren't accepted in "modern" times.]
I...do not cook. [ Wait. Isn't saying you don't cook pretty much the same thing? Curses. ]
I never learned how. I do not wish to make our new guest ill. Are...you certain you do not need...perhaps a spell or something written? Or clothes...I have a growing collection of local clothing... [ Fretting? Seimei? Never. ]
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Lady Rin...I do not... [ Don't say you don't know how, just say you don't do it, Seimei. Admitting you don't know how to cook practically screams pampered jerk. Which he isn't...at least by the standards of his era. Standards he's being forced to acknowledge aren't accepted in "modern" times.]
I...do not cook. [ Wait. Isn't saying you don't cook pretty much the same thing? Curses. ]
I never learned how. I do not wish to make our new guest ill. Are...you certain you do not need...perhaps a spell or something written? Or clothes...I have a growing collection of local clothing... [ Fretting? Seimei? Never. ]