"Nanny show," Anders said, ceding some of his waffles with a little sigh. "She's trying to convince rich people not to let their kids be horrible brats. And I think she's winning."
"...I'm not sure what to ask about first," Hyacinthe teased from where he lounged in the doorway. "Why they would...film? 'Tis the right word, yes?...a show about the spoiled children of nobles or why you'd watch such a thing."
He paused and glanced at Anders' plate. "Or what it is that you're eating."
"To make people feel happy those aren't their children," Anders said, flashing a grin over his shoulder, deciding not to explain that they weren't nobles right then, "and toaster waffles. There's a box in the freezer if you want some."
"Oh, well, in that case, consider it a success," Hyacinthe said with a shudder. Wandering over to the freezer, he attempted to figure out what a toaster and a waffle were from context. "Anyone back home saw this and no one would light a candle to Eisheth again."
"Is that your fertility god?" Anders asked, padding over to the kitchen and pulling yellow box out of the freezer. "And do you know how to use the toaster? Sorry, I forget I had to learn."
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Dante's voice was more muted than he wanted it to be - he was starting to get lost in his own thoughts too.
But at least right now he could drop his ass on the sofa next to Anders and try to steal some of his waffles.
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He bit off a chunk of waffle.
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He paused and glanced at Anders' plate. "Or what it is that you're eating."
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