Spirits of Light and Dark

“Hmph. Care to enlighten me on which child, then?” Sasha definitely knew which one it was, but he wanted to know if it was obvious or not.

 “Are you legitimately stupid, or just curious? That’s how I call Bowser, Bow.”

 “A proper nickname for you can be arranged however, milady. Just say the word~!”

“I’m merely curious... That’s all but I honestly wish I didn’t question it now.”

There’s a moment looking over the drawings, the lines, all that. It’s like putting a puzzle together, truly.

Luckily RK is pretty good at puzzles. He snaps his finger, thinking he got it figured out!

“Ah, you want a pie for yourself, right? And a cake to take home?”

If that wasn’t it, then he would be lost, but it felt like the right answer, at least. And a cake to take home, in particular. He was pretty well aware of Kula’s fondness for cakes. And food in general.

That said, he might be able to take advantage of that, too…

Shiaza nodded with a huge smile on his face, letting out a small “Pi.” as RK worked out the small ‘puzzle’.

He did want the pie to himself and the cake to take to Kula in hopes to bring him back around... Considering the dice knew that Kula was very fond of cakes thus it should cheer him back up.

“......”

Once he got the eyewear back, a moment was taken to properly adjust them, followed by a sigh. At least Shaiza was being decent, this time…

A slight smirk was given, but it faded to a more quizzical look at the lahm’s drawing. Pie, house, cake…?

“… Is this something about cooking? Are you asking me to cook something?”

It was something to do with food, that much he knew. But the house…? Maybe it was some sort of delivery thing, probably to Kula if that was the case.

The dice gave a nod of his head as he did want RK to cook for him before pointing to the cake then draw a line to the house...

There were times where the Iahm wish they spoke the same language so communication was easier but that was wishful thinking... Then again there were some blessing as well since he could get away with cursing...

“…

$200 t’ the first person who can break m’ leg.”