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[axeofoath]

[There's the sound of an engine running smoothly, a constant hum as a car moves along a City street somewhere. All seems well, until-]

Y-Young Master, the brake! The brake, quickly--w-watch out for that pothole!

[Gremio's probably too nervous to be a driving instructor to anyone, but that doesn't seem to have stopped him.]

[ooc: Grab bag curse is a genre switch with Tyr~]

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[axeofoath]

[Gremio might let him have the couch. It depends.] W-wha--Y-Young Master-!

[stargathering]

[ Luc might be ungrateful. ] To have someone so trusting... It truly makes me happy.

[axeofoath]

[...Probably. It'll be the floor for him next time! And sob, Tyr knows exactly how to manipulate Gremio...] I-I-I...I trust you, Young Master...

[stargathering]

[ Or this time!! And this is probably one of the things Tyr feels bad about the next day. He just smiles this time, though. ] I know you do, Gremio. That's why I'm grateful to have you.

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[Yeah! :< Gremio forgives him the next day, but they'll be so confused after the weekend.] Young Master...I-I'll have dinner ready for both of you!

[stargathering]

[ They will. It'll be another point of embarrassment. This month is harmless yet embarrassing. ] Thanks, Gremio. I look forward to it.

[axeofoath]

[Yes, so much cute awkward for this month.] Ah, is there anything in particular you would like?

[stargathering]

[ Best ever. :3 ] ...I'd like a pot roast. [ B) ]

[axeofoath]

[Yes! And gosh, commence flailing.] A-a roast--Then I must start immediately, Young Master, or it will not be ready in time!

[stargathering]

[ Just as planned. Tyr smiles and pulls out of the space slowly - let's not ruin this! - to drive back home. ] All right. I'll take you home now.

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[Tyr, so manipulative. Gremio doesn't suspect a thing!] Yes, a-and I shall begin preparing as soon as we arrive. Do we have all the ingredients? I believe there are enough vegetables...

[stargathering]

[ Tyr's new skill is in manipulating Gremio. ] I'm sure we do. Do you want me to drive you to the market anyway, though?

[axeofoath]

[And he's a master! Gremio takes a moment to consider, having mostly just been fretting to himself.] N-no, that's quite all right, Young Master! We should have everything--and I must begin quickly!

[stargathering]

[ Tyr is the smuggest, punkiest master in the City right now. There's a singsong note to his voice. ] I'll get you home right away. Take care while you cook, though...

[axeofoath]

[He's just happy because he's getting roast, right? Right?] Please do! I-I'm sorry to cut your practice short, Young Master, but-!

[stargathering]

[ Definitely Gremio. ] Don't worry about it, Gremio. I'll practice with Katara later. [ Driiiiving home. ]

[axeofoath]

[Good! And he's even successfully distracted Gremio from fretting about Tyr going out, since he's too busy panicking about supper.] Ah, ah, yes, Young Master! N-now, let's see...the roast, carrots, potatoes, gravy...

[stargathering]

Celery, herbs, spices... [ Tyr is most certainly helping. ] Are you going to add wine to this one?

[axeofoath]

[Tyr is helping lots.] Would you like it flavoured with wine, Young Master?

[stargathering]

Hmm... Yes. I would. We should have some still...

[axeofoath]

Then I shall make use of it for you!

[stargathering]

Thanks, Gremio. Maybe if there's any left over... [ >:3 ]

[axeofoath]

[Oh, Tyr. Gremio thinks he means the roast...] Ah, yes--Would you prefer sandwiches tomorrow?

[stargathering]

--Sure. [ smilesmile ] Sandwiches and wine sounds good, too.

[axeofoath]

[Because the young master obviously wouldn't want wine with his lunch, clearly...] Ah, you're right! A wine sauce would go nicely on the sandwiches, Young Master.