“I remember back in the day, I used to be able to feed my problems to the pigs.” He is only mostly kidding, because they only came in handy, like, three times. Maximum. “Now I have to be an adult and exhibit ‘problem resolution’ and ‘moral values’. Blegh.”
Vin is able to twist most of the spaghetti onto his fork, into his cheek. He doesn’t even chew, he just swallows. It’s……..
“I know I blamed the plum oil, but actually, the blemish might be psychosomatic. Maybe I just need to get rid of the people who irritate me daily, and it’ll go away.”
“Ah the memories.“ They give a small little laugh, the thought of which is somewhat amusing although not the most effective. “Blegh. Weird how people ask for those things when they’re still inconsistent about that to this day.“
It’s a bit bizarre to witness Vin eat the spaghetti without swallowing – but as long as the food is good, Saima can’t really be bothered to note much about it.
“Hm, psychosomatic causes do tend to cause one-off blemishes pretty regularly. So cutting people off might do you some good.“




