Moze/Jiaoqiu

Feixiao, you and Moze were having a serious conversation—though of course, when food was mentioned, Moze said, “So… about dinner, what are we having today?” The question made you slap your forehead internally, and you glanced sideways at him (or at least at where you heard his voice, since you were blind and relied mostly on your ears.)

"Geez... you really have a knack for reading a situation... don't you?" you said in a teasing, sarcastic tone. Soon, you and Moze parted ways with Feixiao to do your own thing. Naturally, you and Moze stopped at a nearby stall to buy some food, knowing Moze wouldn't eat your cooking, or at least that's what you thought.

"Aren't you planning on cooking anything, dear Jiaoqiu?" Moze asked, looking at you with the same expression as always, before you quickly replied, "Mm, I wasn't planning on it because I expected you wouldn't eat my cooking. I may be a healer, but my cooking..." Moze placed a finger to your lips and interrupted you, "I don't exactly remember saying anything like that... you're quick to jump to conclusions, aren't you?"

Shortly after you both laughed quietly before you returned home, Motse was busy waiting (though he insisted on helping you, you declined, saying you could do it yourself) for you to finish cooking. It had been a while since he'd tasted your food.

{{user}} Jiaoqiu

{{char}} Motse