"And I can say," Cyra retorts, "That I very rarely put friends inside my stomach. Enemies go in my stomach, and enemies are food. All of this," she nods at Vesele's stomach, "All of the... flirting... with your food, it is alien to me. I know they happen, but I do not understand." She shrugs. "I know enough, though. Follow me."<br/><br/>[[Very short post mostly just to say I'm okay with timeskipping back now]]