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[fujimaru]

It's Ritsuka! I've either fallen asleep or couldn't find my phone in time, so leave a message.

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[fujimaru]

[ HOW THE TURN TABLES. ]

Shouldn't you be cooking for your friends first?!

[fanstheflames]

[ She pauses, head tilted to ponder that point.

And, sincerely confused-- ]

You are my friend.

[fujimaru]

[ And without skipping a beat: ]

Okay, fair, but what about the ones you live with??

[fanstheflames]

[ Also without skipping a beat: ]

I'm not the only one who cooks and I always end up with leftovers anyway, so it's fine!

[fujimaru]

At least let me come over and do the dishes if you're going to do that!

[fanstheflames]

Nope.

[ wow. ]

If you have to think of it like that, you're paying me back by keeping your energy up. But personally, I'm not doing anything I'd consider going out of my way at all.

[fujimaru]

I'm not gonna just accept food like that! Even in Chaldea, I never did that!

[ It's not like she had much need or opportunity to learn to cook, with the crowd that haunts Chaldea's kitchen, but she wants! To help!! ]

If you don't like the idea so much, just hang out with me while I'm doing them. But it's that or bust.

[fanstheflames]

If you want to come over, that's fine. But if it's dishes you're after, then we're doing 'em together.

[ what a dramatic thing they're haggling over. ]

[fujimaru]

[ This is better than most things they could be argue about. ]

Then I want to help with the prepwork for the cooking, too.

[fanstheflames]

You can cut and peel. Spices are a family secret.

[fujimaru]

Obviously.

[ She's not a thief! She holds out a hand. ]

Deal.

[fanstheflames]

[ And she clasps her hand, firmly. A shake! ]

Deal.

[ WE HAVE AN ACCORD. ]

[fujimaru]

Pleasure doing business with you!

[fanstheflames]

Anyway, your turn for grief.

[ she did not forget. ]

[fujimaru]

[ She did, but not exactly in the way that might be expected. ]

...I had something specific I was gonna say, and now I can't remember what... I got distracted about food fights.

[fanstheflames]

... Oh, no.

[ Stricken. ]

I did this.

[fujimaru]

It's not that bad! You can ask something else?!

[fanstheflames]

I'm not sure what I'd ask! I just wanted to help, too!

[fujimaru]

Honestly, just someone not fighting me on being their friend helps a lot?!

[fanstheflames]

I mean, I get that, I've had to fight at least seven people on that since I came here, but I'm definitely not someone who'd turn it down myself...

[fujimaru]

You'd think some people here were allergic to the concept of friendship, when I know that's not the case...

[ She holds out a hand again. Solidarity handclasp. ]

[fanstheflames]

[ SOLIDARITY HANDCLASP. ]

They just don't like to admit it, or think it's a bad thing to say they care. I'm used to it.

But! I'm not like that, so I'll happily point to you and go "Yeah, her! She's my friend!" anytime.

[fujimaru]

People are stubborn.

[ Both parties present are perhaps a good example, but shhhhh, ]

You can tell them that however much you want. You won't hear me complain.

[fanstheflames]

[ they absolutely are. It's fine. ]

Good, then I will! Thanks, Ritsuka!

[fujimaru]

Of course.

...And if I think of anything to tell you, I will. Okay? I promise.