Tarrok rubbed the back of his head with one meaty hand. Maybe he would get used to all this romantic, emotional stuff one day. That day was probably not going to be today. Or even this month, if one were inclined to take a guess.<br/><br/>Such a state wasn't surprising in the least, considering how he was raised. Saiyan consensus was that the only two emotional states worth caring for were hate for ones enemies and joy in their destruction. Pretty much anything else was as close as they came to luxury. Feeling anything more, and then thinking about it and talking about it? Forget about it, nobody wanted any of that.<br/><br/>Still, she was happy and that was what mattered. Tarrok set out two bowls and poured out some for both of them. Even without his sharper senses, it would have smelled amazing. Steam rose from the soup, and it took some self control not to slurp down some right then. Meeting this halfway, he took some of the crackers they'd brought and split them between the two. Dipped one in and had that some. Not enough to scald his tongue, but just enough to enjoy.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Seriously, how do you do it?"</span>