[ Tsundere? Who's tsundere? Sion's fellow Hero...? Certainly not! Or if he is, Sion himself seems not to notice, offering a nod of his head and accompanying smile in response to the chef's directive before settling into the calm rhythms of the task he's been assigned. There are strawberries to prepare, their green caps removed and the fruit cut on an aesthetically pleasing diagonal, and it is a job which is swiftly put to rest...! Though not before Sion sneaks a whole strawberry to a child awaiting an order of crepes with his mother, ensuring their silence upon the matter with a playful wink and a slender forefinger held just in front of his lips in the universal bid for tell not another soul.

Then, there is the matter of cream, something which is best made fresh though there are remnants of a former batch, and Sion is pleased to find vanilla bean among the ingredients atop the counter he'd vaulted over moments (minutes?) ago. ]

Both. [ —is the answer to the question which has not gone fully asked. It is said simply, plainly, without putting on airs. ] For the life of me, I cannot decide whether my promotion to King's rank is some cosmically ordained joke or otherwise.

[ Being that, of course, he'd been no healer before. Quite the opposite, rather, but that is neither here nor there. ]

My name is Sion, by the way. Sion Astal. It is a pleasure to share a kitchen with you. [ A hum upon his lips, he turns to catch his companion's eyes. ] And I should like to know who it was that told you such a thing.

[ Anyone can belong wherever they please, after all. ]