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[be_my_servant]

[A child's voice comes from the speakers this time.]

Ah, such a shame it has come to this.

Perhaps it had been overly optimistic of me to believe this ship would be able to accommodate for all of its frozen passengers. Unfortunately, it seems the food we have is all of the food we have; instant, if realistic mockeries of what most of us know

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[not_the_pastry]

[She waits a while to reply, but no one else seems to be stepping up, so...]

How much do you need?

I--I'm pretty strong. And I tend to...to heal quickly.

[be_my_servant]

Given the situation, I'm being considerate enough to take the minimum needed. I believe that measures to around a pint? It may be a little more or less. I've never measured it.

[not_the_pastry]

I...

Okay. If it protects everyone else, I'll do it.

[be_my_servant]

Protects? Must you word it like that? Would you rather I starve?

[not_the_pastry]

Of course not! But the good of the many comes before the good of just one person, right? So if by helping you I can help everyone else too, that's way better than just helping you.

[be_my_servant]

[A laugh.] Very well. What is your name?

[not_the_pastry]

I'm Éclair. Um, are you hungry now, Miss...?

[be_my_servant]

Remilia Scarlet. [Slight obligatory curtsy goes here.] Quite. It's been five days.

[not_the_pastry]

Remilia. Okay.

[She laughs, a little nervously.]

Um...should I meet you in the canteen?

[be_my_servant]

Wherever my gracious volunteer is most comfortable.

[Short-ish log or actionspam it up?]

[not_the_pastry]

Well, the canteen is probably best for a meal, right? It's not well-stocked, but at least there's salt and pepper if you don't like my taste.

[A log is great!]

[be_my_servant]

[Remilia laughs quite a bit at that.] I'll see you there, then.

[Awesome, I'll go make one. Prose or brackets?]

[not_the_pastry]

[Up to you!]

[be_my_servant]

[Here! \o/]