[ Adra's been training quite hard these past couple of months, so he's in better shape than one might expect. Still, he is not what anyone would call physically robust. He sinks down against the wall, drawing his knees up to his chest. For a moment, he doesn't say anything. But then he sees Saber pull out a snack, and he remembers. ]
Oh. Here.
[ He reaches into one of the packs hanging from his belt, and pulls out tiny boxes for each of them. ]
I learned how to make these recently. Brought a bunch.
[ He hands them over -- they're small bento boxes; these contain a little piece of cold, albeit sweetly glazed and well cooked, chicken; sticky rice; and several fresh slices of red apple.
(And chopsticks, which he also just recently learned how to use.) ]
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Oh. Here.
[ He reaches into one of the packs hanging from his belt, and pulls out tiny boxes for each of them. ]
I learned how to make these recently. Brought a bunch.
[ He hands them over -- they're small bento boxes; these contain a little piece of cold, albeit sweetly glazed and well cooked, chicken; sticky rice; and several fresh slices of red apple.
(And chopsticks, which he also just recently learned how to use.) ]