stahl & kjelle [c]

[the_aberrant]

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Stahl: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Stahl: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll -
Stahl: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ... Someone named "Breakfast"?
Stahl: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then... this happened... N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-stay away... Save yourself...
Kjelle: ......
Stahl: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is... is...
Kjelle: ... Is your daughter.
Stahl: ... What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ... I thought it turned out so well.
Stahl: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...
Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
Stahl: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...