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[lord-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Have Guy working about in the kitchen, cooking up who knows what. The smells of grilled meat and oven baked compliments fill the area, as clashes of pans and pots can be heard as he works on assortments of the meal. He's completely silent, cooking idly as if his mind were set on something else. Come give him a hand!]

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[lord-gardios.livejournal.com]

[But he is scared of her cooking.]

O-oh! Um-- No, no. I'm fine, Princess.

[Nervous laugh.]
This will be ready in no time.

[slapslapslap.livejournal.com]

Oh don't be silly! It will certainly be no troub--- Guy, why are you not bothered that I am beside you?

Does this mean you've been cured?

[seems happy~]

[lord-gardios.livejournal.com]

Why would I be bothered, Princess?

[He blinks, looking around them real quickly as if something different were supposed to pop up.]

...Er, Cured.. of what?

[slapslapslap.livejournal.com]

You always acted so jumpy around women! And now you do not even mind my presence! This is wonderful!

[lord-gardios.livejournal.com]

I've never minded your presence, Princess. But I'm glad you're pleased with this.

[He thinks about what she meant. He's always been good with women. He shrugs it off and continues to tend to the cooking.]

Its done. Would you like me to serve now?

[slapslapslap.livejournal.com]

What? Already? That was fast of you, Guy!

[lord-gardios.livejournal.com]

It was cooking before you got here. It was just getting finished.

[Guy sets up the plates and starts to decor the dishes with the food.]

[slapslapslap.livejournal.com]

I see. Shall I help you set the table then?

[lord-gardios.livejournal.com]

That would be great, Princess. Thank you.

[slapslapslap.livejournal.com]

Very well.

[Grabs the silverware and napkins and places them out on the table.]