If it had been anyone else, the entire sequence of events mya have been devastating, embarrassing, or at the very least, unexpected. But over the few moons he'd come to know Natalie, such an occurrence just seemed...normal.Â
Franz simply stared a little as Natalie walked over, the pudding coming along for the ride. He turned to Verad, still unknowing of the Elezen's name. "Sir, she mostly likely just has a hangover."
He turned to Natalie. "You can't possibly have thought my screaming was anywhere near as loud as the cannon you fired just outside my bedroom, could you? Natalie, we /do/ have neighbors." He continued to speak in as calm a voice he could, if only to not scare off the pudding and its newfound master.
"Please. No more cannons in the morning. Or I really will melt them down. I'm thinking some new spoons made of Ishgadian Steel would be quite nice. Maybe a tea kettle if there's leftover materials. Now, you should give the man his quarry."
Franz simply stared a little as Natalie walked over, the pudding coming along for the ride. He turned to Verad, still unknowing of the Elezen's name. "Sir, she mostly likely just has a hangover."
He turned to Natalie. "You can't possibly have thought my screaming was anywhere near as loud as the cannon you fired just outside my bedroom, could you? Natalie, we /do/ have neighbors." He continued to speak in as calm a voice he could, if only to not scare off the pudding and its newfound master.
"Please. No more cannons in the morning. Or I really will melt them down. I'm thinking some new spoons made of Ishgadian Steel would be quite nice. Maybe a tea kettle if there's leftover materials. Now, you should give the man his quarry."
