He grins, cleaning off her chin before getting the milk and straw. "That's right, that's the kind of authority I have over you in these situations, so don't you forget it."

"The soup will be good, so you can look forward to it," he says. Even though he's never made that kind. He has a way of adapting to recipes he's not used to.

"Just training on the sword. The rest of the time I'm training others, or recommending them for discharge."