The look he casts Yue is bordeline offended. "You want me, the great Ioryogi, to cook? The fuck is wrong with you?" Said in the same tone of voice as if Yue had suggested he shovel manure.
"I don't do manual labor! But I'm happy to give ya the honor and privilege of cookin' for me!"
Leaping off Yue's shoulder, he bounds for the window and hops onto the ledge, pressing his face to the glass. "You put the delivery time for ASAP, didn't ya?"
@guardianplushie
"I would rather not," He said, dryly. "But I do not understand why you would not prefer to do prepare your meals yourself when you spend so much of your time longing over food."
For all his horror at the idea of manual labor, the plushie certainly was willing to expend an enormous amount of energy racing about the room and screaming. Cooking would have simply put that energy to better use.
Yue drops the phone on the table next to him, rather relieved to be free of it and then floats over to the window to stare out into the night.
It's nearly a full moon though it was easy enough to tell that by the way his magic burned at his fingertips.
"Delivery time?" He repeats, almost curiously. "I saw no selection for delivery time. With how large an order you made, I can only assume it would take some time to prepare."
