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[ Tastes just like sugar. ]

[ He almost asks if that means she doesn't want to share it with him, but since she took it anyway, he doesn't bother. He just thinks it's easier to eat them when they're in smaller chunks. ] One of us can have a half extra, then.

[The best taste~]

[She thinks it's a bit weird...but she doesn't mind sharing. There is something a little lacking about the taste, though...~~they're not made with love~~] Yeah...Then you can have it.

[ The only one that matters-! ]

[ ~~Nothing nothing but Yuri's croquettes~!~~ ] You don't like them?

[Always~♥]

[~~Yuri's are always the best!!~~] No, it's...it's not like they're really bad or anything, but...They're not the same.

[ Oh, sugar~♥ ]

[ ~~Always!!!~~ ] Maybe it's a different chef... [ Since these are obviously from a restaurant she goes to. They taste fine to him. ]

[Iyaan~]

[~~Yes!! ;_;~~] Huh? That's not what--I-I meant they're different from Yuri's.

[ kya kya~ ]

... You're right about that... There's probably nothing that would taste like his cooking to you anyway, though.

[♥~~]

...I don't get it. It's not like he does anything special with them.

It's probably the memories that go with them that make them taste better.

[ Like Gremio's food... ]

What? How can memories affect taste? [Even if there's no other explanation...]

[;_;]

It's more the other way around. Tasting something can bring back memories, and those memories can make you feel better or worse...

[ ._. gwemio... ]

...You really think it's like that?

[;o;]

I think it could be...

[ /)_(\ ]

[Rita frowns, sort of thinking this might be a depressing topic for Tyr from the looks of things. But...] A croquette's still a croquette, though. It doesn't matter who makes it.

[/;_;/]

[ Things just end up sad eventually for him somehow. He replies nonchalantly. ] Maybe you just like having Yuri them.

[ \;~;\ ]

[Yes...:<] I-it's just that his are better, somehow!

That's almost the same thing, isn't it?

No, it--I don't know!

[ Oh Rita... He sighs and shakes his head. ] Next time, you should just ask him to make them anyway.

...He's on that expedition thing. He won't be back for a while. [Now it's her turn to sigh. How can she be missing him already, just because he's on some trip?]

[ Does she really miss him already...? It's a good thing Estelle's here again, he thinks, or she'd be really lonely... ] ...Yeah, you're right... He'll be back eventually, though.

[It's this whole living with people and getting used to having them around all the time...] I-I know...He better not do anything stupid out there! [Huff! And she shoves the rest of the croquette chunk in her mouth.]

[ Such a terrible thing... ] Have a little faith in him. He's probably just hanging around with Luke and Guy right now... [ ...He wonders how some of the stirfry will taste in the croquettes... He breaks it open to make a little sandwich... ]

[It is!! Now she's accustomed to it...] Oh, you're right...They'd better check in... [At least Guy is responsible.../totally not motherhenning

--Abruptly, she's distracted by what Tyr's doing. Is that a stir-fry croquette sandwich?! This is v.v. interesting!] Wait a minute! What are you doing?

[ And doesn't wanna change anything!! ] You could probably send him a message and see how he's doing... [ She's so motherhenning even if Tyr isn't thinking about it.

And now Tyr is distracted from stuffing his croquette. ] --I'm putting them together to see how they taste.

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