[His tone is calm, conversational, almost as though he's discussing the weather. There's a certain dissonance between how casually he says this and the gravity of the words themselves, much less the fact that he's being this open at all...]
[ ...It's sort of like how Izou assumed she was trying to feed him poisoned crackers until she ate some in front of him.
(There's also the fact that Richard is admitting to having been poisoned before, but Sunrise isn't sure how one is supposed to broach that topic when she is trying to convince someone to eat real food, so that might have to be put aside for a moment.) ]
I do not have any reason to poison you, Mr. Richard. If I have to kill someone, it should be done swiftly. [ Sunrise. ] ...But I know I cannot prove to you I have no intention to poison you with only my words. Would watching me cook and eat it in front of you be enough to prove it is not poisoned?
[He doesn't know why he's surprised, really. He's helped her with her bandages before; isn't this simply returning the favor in its own way?
No, it's more that... aside from Asbel, no one has ever offered to do anything like this before, and he's not entirely sure how to feel about it. The idea of people being kind to him without desiring any sort of reward from it is still decidedly foreign to him.]
... then I suppose I don't have any reason to object. It isn't as though you would poison yourself, after all.
As long as you eat it right before you serve it to me, I think that should be enough.
[... ah. Don't mind Richard just sort of staring at that hand for a moment (only one other person has ever reached out their hand to him--), then up at Sunrise's face as though wanting to be sure that she really means what she's offering.
[ Sunrise is confused in turn by Richard's reaction, and she wonders if it's because he knows what her hand is actually like under the glove, And, well... her hand is corpse-cold, and the glove hides only so much of that fact. ]
[And just like that, he's snapped out of his thoughts. Shaking his head, he smooths over his expression and reaches out for that hand with only the most brief flicker of hesitation.]
No. Nothing at all.
[...]
Nothing that you need to worry about, that is.
[It's mostly the truth, because she can't change the state of things in another world, nor can she change the past.]
[He nods, giving her hand the slightest squeeze of what he hopes will come across as reassurance, because he doesn't really know how else to handle this.]
Yes, lets.
[He just hopes that his stomach won't betray him by growling before they actually make it to the kitchen...]
Perhaps notably, Sunrise opts to take the stairs rather than wait for the creaky elevator in the dorm, apparently thinking it's faster. Once they reach the kitchen, she finally lets go of Richard's hand to open one of the kitchen cupboards and pull out a box of curry roux.
...Please hold, she's reading the instructions on the back of the box... ]
[Richard is still getting used to the idea of foods coming out of things like boxes and cans and containers, even though he's been living mostly off the instant ramen. How does one put curry in a box???]
You're going to make curry from that?
[But where are the spices? He may not know much about cooking, but he does know that curry requires a number of spices.]
[He knows he knows next to nothing about cooking, but this is really making him feel inept on that front.]
And then you put that in with the meat and vegetables? That doesn't seem too complicated.
[That may be him subtly offering to attempt to help. "Attempt" being the key word here, because what is cooking experience? Richard sure does not have any.]
[Oh. Well. That's something he hopes that even he can manage, at least! How hard can it be to cut vegetables into pieces? Things said ten seconds before disaster]
Of course. Carrots, potatoes, and onion, right?
[He at least knows what sorts of vegetables usually go into curry, even if it isn't something he's had the opportunity to eat often. Such a thing was considered too common to be part of the average diet of the royalty...]
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[Now he feels bad. He doesn't want to accept the offer, yet he also doesn't want to tell her why he isn't going to do so. This is awkward.
Fortunately, their benevolent goddess has already planned ahead for situations like this!]
As much as I appreciate your offer, I'm afraid I won't eat food that has been prepared by anyone I don't know well.
[... wait, what? Where did that come from?]
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Why?
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[His tone is calm, conversational, almost as though he's discussing the weather. There's a certain dissonance between how casually he says this and the gravity of the words themselves, much less the fact that he's being this open at all...]
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[ ...It's sort of like how Izou assumed she was trying to feed him poisoned crackers until she ate some in front of him.
(There's also the fact that Richard is admitting to having been poisoned before, but Sunrise isn't sure how one is supposed to broach that topic when she is trying to convince someone to eat real food, so that might have to be put aside for a moment.) ]
I do not have any reason to poison you, Mr. Richard. If I have to kill someone, it should be done swiftly. [ Sunrise. ] ...But I know I cannot prove to you I have no intention to poison you with only my words. Would watching me cook and eat it in front of you be enough to prove it is not poisoned?
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[He doesn't know why he's surprised, really. He's helped her with her bandages before; isn't this simply returning the favor in its own way?
No, it's more that... aside from Asbel, no one has ever offered to do anything like this before, and he's not entirely sure how to feel about it. The idea of people being kind to him without desiring any sort of reward from it is still decidedly foreign to him.]
... then I suppose I don't have any reason to object. It isn't as though you would poison yourself, after all.
As long as you eat it right before you serve it to me, I think that should be enough.
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[ In that way at least, she is straightforward to understand.
...For some reason, she is holding out her hand? ]
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He wants to believe, it's just... hard.]
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...Is something a matter, Mr. Richard?
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No. Nothing at all.
[...]
Nothing that you need to worry about, that is.
[It's mostly the truth, because she can't change the state of things in another world, nor can she change the past.]
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[ This is also true. She carefully takes Richard's hand, especially since she notices the hesitation. ]
Shall we go now?
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Yes, lets.
[He just hopes that his stomach won't betray him by growling before they actually make it to the kitchen...]
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Perhaps notably, Sunrise opts to take the stairs rather than wait for the creaky elevator in the dorm, apparently thinking it's faster. Once they reach the kitchen, she finally lets go of Richard's hand to open one of the kitchen cupboards and pull out a box of curry roux.
...Please hold, she's reading the instructions on the back of the box... ]
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You're going to make curry from that?
[But where are the spices? He may not know much about cooking, but he does know that curry requires a number of spices.]
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These blocks are made of curry powder and other spices. [ ...Though this being Sunrise, she's going to add more of her own while she's cooking. ]
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[He knows he knows next to nothing about cooking, but this is really making him feel inept on that front.]
And then you put that in with the meat and vegetables? That doesn't seem too complicated.
[That may be him subtly offering to attempt to help. "Attempt" being the key word here, because what is cooking experience? Richard sure does not have any.]
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[ It does not occur to Sunrise that Richard is trying to offer to help. She just goes over to the fridge to take out the ingredients. ]
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[Okay, maybe he needs to stop beating around the bush here and just be direct. He's expecting a "no," but it never hurts to ask.]
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I would not mind. Can you cut the vegetables?
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Things said ten seconds before disaster]Of course. Carrots, potatoes, and onion, right?
[He at least knows what sorts of vegetables usually go into curry, even if it isn't something he's had the opportunity to eat often. Such a thing was considered too common to be part of the average diet of the royalty...]
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[ She'll be taking out the pot from the cupboard and filling it with water from the sink. ]