[ Noctis is his favorite person in town at the moment. Strangely, he can smell the meat as soon as they get into the house, although not in a bad way - no, it smells enticing and fresh, although it could be fresher. He wants something very rare. That would be perfect --
But, he thinks as he watches Noctis carve the meat, beggars can't be choosers. Lupin watches the action with a strange intensity. ]
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But, he thinks as he watches Noctis carve the meat, beggars can't be choosers. Lupin watches the action with a strange intensity. ]
-- Preferences? [ he responds, belatedly. ]