[ Gladio blinks at his assessment of his 'cooking', then bursts out laughing. It's loud, boisterous. Disruptive of the natural sounds of night in the wilderness outside of the Perimeter, but letting it out feels good. He wipes at the corner of his eye with a fist when amusement dies down to a chuckle. ]
Cook? You should try some of Ignis' food. He's a miracle worker.
[ Gladio settles back in his chair, letting his legs stretch out before the fire. Being so far from civilization sounds pretty exciting, but probably because he's generally had a home to go back to, even when the Crown City was overrun. ]
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Cook? You should try some of Ignis' food. He's a miracle worker.
[ Gladio settles back in his chair, letting his legs stretch out before the fire. Being so far from civilization sounds pretty exciting, but probably because he's generally had a home to go back to, even when the Crown City was overrun. ]
Wanted shinobi, huh? What for?