[ being dragged into another world to fight someone else's war really isn't something ike appreciates -- he was really pretty done with war after stopping the mad king, thanks -- but he's here now, for better or worse, and if there are people in need of defending then he's not going to stand idly by. and if the lords keep to their words, he'll be able to go home and take care of his mercenaries after all this is over. that's what matters.
he hasn't gotten to know mae much, but she's hard to miss, and even harder to forget. she certainly has a personality. she actually reminds him of marcia a little, pink hair and all, although he's privately glad that mae doesn't carry a lance.
compared to her, ike is, let's be honest, a basic bitch in the kitchen; he's really good at following instructions, and cutting stuff, but left to his own devices, the mess probably wouldn't appreciate the result. so he's following mae's lead; for a guy who's used to being in charge, ike takes orders pretty well. he's usually so serious that he sometimes comes off as...kind of dour, but he smiles a little at that comment. ]
I wouldn't know. I'm not usually the one on mess duty. Oscar's usually our cook back home -- or my sister, but, uh...well, she's still learning.
Don't you "wouldn't know" me like it's not happening right now. We're living on mess duty, Ike. We're in the moment. We've slaved over these smells.
["We," meaning Mae has just been putting cutting boards and knives and foodstuffs in front of Ike with cheerful "dice 'em up"s and "get choppin'"s before returning to her own work, but she's only ever acted cheerful to have a prep chef this whole time. By now she's about out of cooking to do that isn't stirring or checking and waiting, though, cookie dough adventures aside.]
No time like the present to decide what the worst part of mess duty is, c'mon.
[ ike is a pretty decent prep chef; turns out years of practice with the blade lends itself similarly to good knife skills, because while he's no oscar, he is making pretty quick work of these veggies. he shrugs as he finishes decimating a bundle of parsley, neatly sweeping it into a bowl. ]
I don't know, I find this kind of relaxing. I guess the worst part of mess duty is all the cleaning up after you've already eaten.
Yes, good answer, and that is why we're gonna make everyone else clean up their own dang dishes to thank us for our hard work—Thaaaank you.
[She laughs as she says it, setting her cookie dough aside and coming over to take the bowl of parsley so she can start sprinkling it over one cooking pot and then the next, all fluid motions back and forth.]
Man, I like cooking and all, but I swear there's sooo much to get done, it's like we're feeding a whole army or something.
[ is that a joke?? it's hard to tell. (it is.) he's watching her with curiosity, though -- the way you watch someone really skilled with a blade or an instrument. ]
You must do a lot of it back where you're from. You seem pretty good at it.
Oh, yeah, cooking's part of my priory duties. [She's retrieved the cookie dough again and is comfortably leaning on the counter as she keeps stirring it, maybe just to keep her hands busy at this point.] Usually it's for a bunch of, like, kids and little old grandpas and families instead of, y'know, an army, and usually there are waaaay more fish involved, 'cause we live on an island, but it's the same principle.
I'm not one. I'm a priestess. Tooootally different.
[to be fair Mae's general battlefield tactics have all involved zapping things with lightning and sometimes stabbing them with a sword which is far enough off-base from what Ike probably knows that that's a fair assumption. she waves the spoon vaguely at her side, flinging a little piece of cookie dough across the room in the process.]
...I mean, not that different, we're still all servants to the Earth Mother and all, but it's all in the finicky details.
You're a priestess? [ try not to sound too surprised there, buddy. she's just not really what he pictures when he thinks 'priestess'. ] Earth Mother? Is that the goddess you worship?
[She laughs, light and good-natured, because honestly, she can see how she's not really the pinnacle of priestliness.] Uh-huh! Mila, the Earth Mother, Mother Mila, either way, but she's Zofia's goddess.
[ ike gives her a totally deadpan shrug. don't ask him these things, mae, does he look like a priest to you ]
As far as I know. I mean, she's the only goddess we've got. But you'd be better off asking the apostle if you've got questions about religion. I know about the old legends, but I grew up kind of out in the countryside. Pretty far from the big temples and all that.
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he hasn't gotten to know mae much, but she's hard to miss, and even harder to forget. she certainly has a personality. she actually reminds him of marcia a little, pink hair and all, although he's privately glad that mae doesn't carry a lance.
compared to her, ike is, let's be honest, a basic bitch in the kitchen; he's really good at following instructions, and cutting stuff, but left to his own devices, the mess probably wouldn't appreciate the result. so he's following mae's lead; for a guy who's used to being in charge, ike takes orders pretty well. he's usually so serious that he sometimes comes off as...kind of dour, but he smiles a little at that comment. ]
I wouldn't know. I'm not usually the one on mess duty. Oscar's usually our cook back home -- or my sister, but, uh...well, she's still learning.
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["We," meaning Mae has just been putting cutting boards and knives and foodstuffs in front of Ike with cheerful "dice 'em up"s and "get choppin'"s before returning to her own work, but she's only ever acted cheerful to have a prep chef this whole time. By now she's about out of cooking to do that isn't stirring or checking and waiting, though, cookie dough adventures aside.]
No time like the present to decide what the worst part of mess duty is, c'mon.
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I don't know, I find this kind of relaxing. I guess the worst part of mess duty is all the cleaning up after you've already eaten.
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[She laughs as she says it, setting her cookie dough aside and coming over to take the bowl of parsley so she can start sprinkling it over one cooking pot and then the next, all fluid motions back and forth.]
Man, I like cooking and all, but I swear there's sooo much to get done, it's like we're feeding a whole army or something.
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[ is that a joke?? it's hard to tell. (it is.) he's watching her with curiosity, though -- the way you watch someone really skilled with a blade or an instrument. ]
You must do a lot of it back where you're from. You seem pretty good at it.
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[ because you know so many, ike. ]
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[to be fair Mae's general battlefield tactics have all involved zapping things with lightning and sometimes stabbing them with a sword which is far enough off-base from what Ike probably knows that that's a fair assumption. she waves the spoon vaguely at her side, flinging a little piece of cookie dough across the room in the process.]
...I mean, not that different, we're still all servants to the Earth Mother and all, but it's all in the finicky details.
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[She says it amiably, though, genuinely curious.</small.]
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As far as I know. I mean, she's the only goddess we've got. But you'd be better off asking the apostle if you've got questions about religion. I know about the old legends, but I grew up kind of out in the countryside. Pretty far from the big temples and all that.