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[Outside in the snow, there's +1 Ted walking. He's wearing his usual clothes, his scarf high above his chin and his blue tunic dusted by snow. He seems really accustomed to different kinds of weather as obvious by the way the cold doesn't seem to deter him. He wipes off the snow from his device when he pulls it out from his pocket and addresses it

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[ Tyr is staying inside, getting some use out of his long-sleeved shirts again. Ted didn't really need to check; Tyr almost guessed as much. He likes having it confirmed, though. ]

...Thanks, Ted. Sorry for making you go out like this.

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Hey-! [ He's only a little disappointed, but with everything else he's feeling, it's not hard to hide. ] All right. Let's see what you can make.

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[His voice turns softer without meaning to.] They won't be that good, though.

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[ Tyr's smile drops. ] What won't?

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The soup. [But he quickly adds with a grin:] I'll do my best in making it, though! Don't worry!

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... All right. [ He settles back into his bed, resting on the pillows. ] You know I'll eat it even if you burn it to the side of the pot anyway...

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H- Hey. You make it sound like I'm that bad. [Kicked puppy face is a-go!]

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[ Turning his head to look at Ted- ] I'm kidding. Get going.

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Alright, alright.

[He ruffles Tyr's hair first before leaving, though. It'll take some more time for him to go back to his room, this time with a bowl of soup. They're from the leftover ingredients Gremio seemed to have left behind that he just experimented on now. The soup won't be too bad, though.]

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[ He laughs as Ted leaves and is still smiling when Tyr can hear him in the kitchen, but it gradually fades as Ted works. It's almost a sleepy smile by the time Ted returns.

Tyr sits back up again and looks at Ted. Just one bowl? ]

What about yours?

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[He sets down the bowl before Tyr and when asked for his own, he just smiles and does a dismissive hand wave.]

Nah, I'm fine. Maybe I can whip up something later. [Which he probably won't do in the long run.]

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[ Tyr looks up at him, holding the hot soup in both hands. ]

If you catch a cold, you'll be the only one to blame.

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I won't get sick. [He assures with a grin. He's just so used to not getting sick.] I'll be fine, Tyr. Go ahead and eat. You won't know if I actually have cooking skills unless you try that.

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[ Huff. Tyr stirs the strange soup with his spoon. Zuccini, rice, carrots, mushrooms, beans, fish...in chicken stock? He smiles, glancing back up at Ted, before he takes a sip. ]

I'll make you some later, too. [ Nevermind Tyr's soup wouldn't really be any better. ]

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[That's Teddo's soup for you, Tyr buddy.]

It's okay. You don't have to bother with that. I can make my own! [These two are obviously not soup benders.]

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[ There be no Tyr complaints here. ]

I didn't know you wanted to work for my family, Ted. [ Sip~ ]