"Sounds delicious, that guy."
Arthur, who said so, looked at Cedric and the others with a little hips.
"The meal here has a reputation for being cheap and tasty," Style also nodded at the word. When we were to make the dining room, it was the style that wanted Chancellor Gilbert to serve properly warm and delicious dishes instead of just being cheap.
I also know because I am a common man with dots in my previous life, but he also had some thoughts about the former common man's style, especially as regards the cheap and delicious food. Chancellor Gilbert also said that when he said it, he said, "Yes, of course," and returned it happily with the kind of eyes he sees his first grandson.
"I knew it wasn't just the fire that went through. Cooking is good. I remember when I ate a long time ago."
Momogu nods as Powell eats his share of bread.
Seeing Cedric and the others again to be caught in the gaze of Style and Arthur, he laughed to recall distant memories.... that's the kind of bomb statement I want you to stop inadvertently saying. When my third child tells me that, I want to cry.
"Is it a squire or something next to that king's brother? Clothes are no different from ours. Surely it was forbidden to accompany a school attendant."
"This is the brother of the woman I spoke to yesterday. Must be a clean common man."
To Style's response, Powell leaked his voice as he was convinced. "You do look alike," he muttered, continuing the words as I recall.
"No, I've seen how you've been since, but you're still pretty weak, that guy. I was flustered just walking with my stuff."
I hear Powell has been watching your sister really closely since Stayle talked to her yesterday.
You said yesterday and today that every time I saw you in a moving class or staircase, you held your luggage or gave me a hand? I'm really glad Powell is a sweet kid. Even though Style thanked me, he waved me back gently so I wasn't really making a big deal of it.
"If a woman was fluttering, I'd give her a hand."
... the style was also hiked at the end of the mouth on the overly handsome dialogue.
When he met, Powell still wonders what the hell it was like. If the game is as it was set, I stopped thinking once thinking that... No, if I think about it now, my head will all go to the third one. I can't stop thinking about it, but it's not cheap for people to live in this world enough to prioritize order because it's a series of guesses without focusing on the second children. Now that I'm undercover at school, it's the second one anyway.
"I'm afraid I'm still worried, and I'll see as much as I can."
Mr. Powell is comforting.
After I finished saying it, Powell, who had rather finished his last bite, put both elbows on the table. Keep your eyes open to Cedric and the others whose attention has been drawn to them as if they were out of hand. There's still a crowd out there, and the heat on Cedric and the others remains cold even when they sit down. From a gap in people, I could see a grey-haired boy chewing on an omelet with happiness.
I think he really likes it. In the game I thought......, but unfortunately I don't even know the fine setting to their liking. Though I remember if you like Powell.... that.
"... Speaking of which, is Powell your favorite food or something?
I'm curious, and I throw questions that have nothing to do with the status quo.
Powell looks back at me with a big blink. Suddenly it's decided surprisingly when asked such unsure questions. Style and Arthur looked back at me, wondering too.
Powell seemed surprised to be asked, but the response itself was sooo good.
"Bread with honey"
... I knew it.
I am quietly convinced of Powell's response, which is not what the game was set up for. Setting up the game… or in the third fanbook description information, his favorite was "lamb". Well, it's possible I haven't eaten that yet, but the status quo has changed since before I did anything. Precisely, I suppose my various flirtations over the last decade and the absence of a major crime of Las Bospride have been affected.
"That bread does taste good," Steele nodded. As Steele put it, I'm sure some breads Powell eats every day are very tasty. But liking is quite a change depending on the person's life, apart from taste preferences.
What a game. Powell, whose liking was carnivorous, is dusty that you like something cute, but now let's not get too immersed in interference there.
"Are you worried?
Arthur asks me as I lean my neck.
All of a sudden, I asked a lot of questions about my favorite foods.
Yeah, and make me laugh, and I'm anxious that if I stay like this, I'll have another weird charge of making Powell's predictions or something. As I shook my neck to the left and right, I saw his smile chewing the omelette deliciously out of people's gaps again as I was thinking of responding.
"... when I saw his, yummy-looking face, I just wanted to make it too. I was so happy when you ate what I made."
Say what you just thought.
I try to say it myself, and I get embarrassed and embarrassed along the way and I laugh lightly. But it's also what I really thought the first time I saw him eating. The last time I cooked was over a year ago. Although Tiara has been too busy lately to be with me, I think I might just try to sweeten up some help for that kid next time.
"" It's not the right time. ""
Stile and Arthur's eyes opened wide.
Did they have an unexpected shout as well, and on the way, Style hurriedly blocks himself and Arthur's mouth next door with one hand. Still, the two gleaming eyes didn't sound like a social dictionary or anything, they seemed to really want to eat it.
The reaction is dazzling as if it were a real boy, scratching his own cheek by accident. When Powell said, "Are you that good at cooking?" He asked curiously, Arthur and Stayle nodded at the same time before me.
Instead of being modest on pure Powell, "I'm kind of sneaky to lie about being able to cook alone," I throw at both of us this time to change the story instead.
"Speaking of which, do you two have a favorite food or something?
Arthur has had a precise guess from Captain Column before, but he hasn't heard from his own mouth. I know the taste preferences and so on in the meals I've had with the style, but I've never been explicitly told what I like specifically.
If it was a dish I could cook, I would also like to use it as a reference in the future, and I ask,... we both spoke at the same time and couldn't hear it.
I laugh bitterly without thinking of the two perfect breathers. Then the two of them, whose words were worn against each other, looked at each other and urged him first with a way for Arthur to move his jaw lightly. Take it and the stile moves your mouth again as a snag.
"I am... Jeanne made me... my favorite bread with cookie fabric on the surface.... Also, that.... if you get a chance."
They are all delicious if Jeanne made them...... and the style she tells me as she follows, at the end of the day, she lay low to hide her trendy face, embarrassed that she likes sweets.
I didn't think my favorite food was sweet because the rest of the day I preferred tea and coffee to sweets. But Style was delighted that it was delicious when I revenged the melon bread, and I think I'll make it again then.
When Style finished, he gently fisted Arthur's shoulder, which was silently and equally glaring. Paco, to the extent that he could hear the sound, Arthur opened his mouth to me with his already slightly red face.
"I, uh... had a pork dish that I made at a previous celebration.... I can't forget it for the rest of my life, I want to eat..."
You're ashamed to expect rice from your royal opponent, and Arthur also said it and immediately turned away.
They look kind of cuter than usual because they both look like children. I never saw Arthur younger than myself.
Arthur looked down reluctantly, "But if it was a hassle,... not at all..." in a voice that seemed to disappear as he settled into his original chair from his forward posture. After all, when the contents are caring usual Arthur, his face gets broken. Having swallowed the word "cute" on my huffy adult male opponent, I smile back heartily to the two of you who looked up to me.
"Yeah. Okay. I promise you, the next time you get a chance to make one, the two of them will."
I need to ask Leon to procure ingredients for ginger grills again, so I think about the next opportunity.
As soon as I give it back, it kind of makes me nervous because they both really make my eyes shine with joy. "Thank you!" To the two of you who align their voices, my face is even happier and looser. Though I'd rather be thankful for what my favorites have told me about my cross-world cuisine. If you two liked that dish so much, something worth making.
"Good, next time I can do it too, will you split it?
Powell, who looked at the conversation between the three younger people with a smile, turned to me at the end.
Yeah, and I give it back in a nutshell, and now they ask me if my lunch sandwich is handmade too, and I panic and shake my neck to the side. Still, soon my parents laughed at me with a nice switch that you were a good cook too.
Although it's actually from a castle cook, and my real mother would never have cooked. But that makes me happy with Powell's kindness in trying to even praise me about my parents. I plan to be gone from school in a month, but I want to make something and give it away about the time I say goodbye, even late.
With that in mind, Powell smiled the same way at Style and Arthur saying, "You're looking forward to it". As they both raise their voices of consent, Powell goes on to say, "By the way," and folds back the packet after eating.
"Jeanne's class is elective. When's the" cooking "in class?
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Mm-hmm, and I tie it with my strength in my mouth that seems to draw.
Feeling the blood pull off step by step with the coolness of your fingertips, your hands and feet at once become as heavy as they were even covered in mud.
Style and Arthur call on me to shut my mouth as hard as a shellfish but no more words. What do I do, I want to get on the time machine and cancel my earlier cheap contract statement right now.
"You do have a cooking class for girls, don't you? My next class was a quick cooking practice yesterday."
If Powell keeps saying he actually made it and ate it, it feels like he's been cornered with a spear pointed at him. My throat is dry and I can't even cloud my response.
"If you're that good at cooking, Jeanne's squad would be a huge success"
A pure hundred Powell words without offense sting my chest. I want to cry honestly.
Selected classes are informed of the subject matter by the responsible teacher or instructor who shows up in the classroom each day. The same applies to elective classes for men and women. I think now that this is already the worst case scenario, we just have to lie and run.
Especially elective classes for men and women. Women are feminine and have technology that will help them in the future. Men are men's technology that will help them in the future. Only this time, Steele and Arthur and I will be separated. Instead, Captain Alan is sneaking up on me outside the classroom, but I honestly hope he never finds out.
If you're in school, it's good. But if you accidentally peek into the classroom during a technical exercise, you could be donned to Captain Alan at worst. Whereas men's choice classes are dominated by physical mobilizing techniques such as fighting and swords that protect them and working methods exercises such as earthworks and coal mines that become instant warfare, women's choice classes
"Home technology" that helps you get right into the home or work
As soon as I'm poked at that from Powell's mouth, I feel as clear as a ground howl to open a hell of a kiln in me.
In the worst case scenario, I was determined from now on that I would not even quit running in front of the enemy.