[Suzerain of Sheol]

Still annoyed at Syrgei's ineptness for swordfighting -- more so than that pathetic attempt at a nonchalant romantic segue of his, like oh, they'd just had this great bonding moment, which obviously must have awoken this deep latent attraction that had brewing between them in all the torrid adventures they've shared so far. Good joke. He wishes he could get away from that hideous, unlettered swine Petra so easily. Like, he obviously didn't go after her for her looks, so... that sterling personality of hers? That profound intellect honed from years of thankless table-scrubbing? Tsae's not saying, but she's just saying, you can judge a man by the company he screws. Ugh. Eew. Like, dude, you're a freaking secret agent, surely you could do better than some illiterate tavern slut.

...where was she? Right, checking in on Gambooge. Eyes narrowing at the still-gaping doorway as she comes up to it, she finds him stewing in her kitchen, looking all grumpy in her chair.

"Aww," she whines, stepping inside. "I thought you'd have breakfast ready by now."