[ Gathering ingredients is well enough. It's an easy way to escape from the constant pestering of townsfolk here, and it's quiet; it gives him time to himself, away from other Heroes and from anyone in general. Just to gather his thoughts.
And, though he might not admit it, even to himself, it's oddly nice to not have to do anything except simple tasks. There's no looking ahead to the next step, always planning for the future; he has to focus on the present now for lack of anything else to focus on.
So strange.
He is, however, distracted by Noel's approach. He's no cook, but he can certainly recognise plants, and...well, what is that. ]
...Er, miss, I don't believe those are edible. [ He has his own basket full of things that aren't going to kill upon tasting. Part of him just wants to let her go on and see what happens, but that wouldn't be nice, would it. ]
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And, though he might not admit it, even to himself, it's oddly nice to not have to do anything except simple tasks. There's no looking ahead to the next step, always planning for the future; he has to focus on the present now for lack of anything else to focus on.
So strange.
He is, however, distracted by Noel's approach. He's no cook, but he can certainly recognise plants, and...well, what is that. ]
...Er, miss, I don't believe those are edible. [ He has his own basket full of things that aren't going to kill upon tasting. Part of him just wants to let her go on and see what happens, but that wouldn't be nice, would it. ]