007 [Voice]

[fabrecation]

[Luceti, you're about to hear a very nice singing voice.

A very nice singing voice with a simple plea.]

I~ think I need some help. ♪

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[Action]

[fabrecation]

[Ha-ha ha-ha ha, I'm bigger than you now~ 8D]

Yeah. How much do we need? [He sets two cans down on the counter after digging around in the pantry a little bit, just in case they need more than one.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Canned soup? 8| Replica are you mad. Mother would be so ashamed.]

Make enough for everyone. Whatever's left, we can put in the ice box. [Asch studies the recipe, brows furrowing for a moment before he decides it's acceptable.]

[Action]

[fabrecation]

[At least Mother would be very gentle about her shame. 8|]

O-Okay. [The kid's just ten years old and Luke still feels like Asch is the boss of him. Doesn't really surprise him, though; Luke is just seven-years-old and all. He rubs the back of his neck and glances at the recipe, trying to get a good idea of what he's making, then gets to work.]

Did you make this a lot?

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch shrugs.] not a lot. I watched the cooks make it sometimes. It's Mother's favourite.

[Action]

[fabrecation]

Oh... Oh! [He'd nearly forgotten, because back in the day he barely cared about what anyone else ate, and when he did she didn't have it made as much because of her illness.]

I'll... ["have to make it for her sometime", but he doesn't want this whole cooking experience to turn sour, so he scrambles for another train of thought.] ... Maybe it'll be Guy's favorite, too!

[Action]

[dissonates]

Don't be stupid, Guy likes seafood. [GOD, replica. Asch says this as if it's the most obvious thing ever D| He ignores theorizing what Luke might have said in favour of starting to mix up the recipe. And naturally this involves dragging a chair over to the stove, but oh well.

He stirs quietly for a moment, then adds in a soft, vaguely bothered voice,] ...I don't know what to call you.