Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20170309034105/@comment-24012109-20170311014218

To Keylime, it felt as though a marshmellow powered by a truck descended upon her enough to make her teeter and step back to prevent herself from falling back. Soft, but destructive. In any case, her cute display was all she really needed to hear. While not being privy to fighting Coco's various whims, it allowed her to continue faking being in a chef group of hunters.

"O-Okay, I'll judge then."

Sighing and regaining her composure, she thought about how it wasn't a problem, but she already did want to learn how to cook and not be a kitchen klutz.

I mean I can fake cooking around her, but I feel Alpin already knows..

Alpin himself however, was more amused with why Keylime was practically sweating bullets. It was out of her character, but perhaps it was the fact that she felt something she didn't. You could never really tell with Coco's tactics.

"I mean, while we did save up, how exactly are we feeding you, oh your royal custard-ness?", he teased her while sticking out his tounge.