[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Whoa!" Tsaerri jumps out of her seat. "That is way too close, mister! It was just some dumb sparring! That wasn't your cue to move in on me! Gah! If you ever get that close again I'll freaking shoot you! With my real gun!" She storms off, presumably back to her house.

[Quiet Man Cometh]

Surprised, Syrgei jumps up as well, though in the other direction and away from Tsaerri. His hands are up, and empty, "Hey, just talking. You asked...and you aren't going to listen to me, are you?"

He drops his hands down and sighs. "Right. Personal space." He exhales. Right.

He follows Tsaerri, but at a reasonable (he hopes) distance.

[Gallagher]

It was hard not to wake up from the commotion of the two leaving for, apparently, a fight. Of course, by the time Gambooge had finished rubbing his eyes and getting the kink out of his back, the pair were already long gone. "Huh..." Shaking his head and picking himself up out of his chair for the night, he made his way to the door and peered outside.

Bag, it seemed, was long gone.

"Great," he muttered, running a hand back through his hair. He shifted his weight, looked along either side of the road, then sighed. Back to the chair it was.

[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."

[Gallagher]

"I'm surprised you didn't get big boy to buy something for you while you were out." Though his words didn't have as much of a bite as they should have considering his glower, that didn't keep him from sighing as he stood. "What've you two been up to, out in the big, scary world all morning?"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Tsaerri matches his sigh, muttering, "Use your imagination." She hops up on the table to sit.

[Gallagher]

"Ah. Nothing I'd be interested in then, not with a sigh like that. I'm guessing he found something more important to do with his time?"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

She shrugs exaggeratedly. "Presumably? I think he was saying something, but I was too busy, er, gracefully taking my leave of him. Yeah. But whatever, I doubt he was doing anything useful."

Tsae hops down and steps over to Gambooge, painfully batting her eyes at him. "So... was that a 'yes' to breakfast?"

[Gallagher]

He frowned and leaned just slightly away from the woman. "I don't know. Are you gonna keep up with all of—" He waved a hand. "—that if I say no?"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Batting intensifies. "But whatever are you talking about, Gamby? I'm just asking my good pal to fix me some breakfast, what's unusual about that?" She takes a step closer, right into his personal space. "Oh, and did you see I'm wearing your favorite boots today? I bet you've missed them." She taps the leather-wrapped steel tip against his shin.

[Quiet Man Cometh]

After confirming Tsaerri has returned to her home, Syrgei keeps walking until he reaches the inn in Salma district, where he finds Petra already up.

“What were you doing all night? You look like you didn’t even bother to sleep. You don’t have purple and crazy with you, do you?”

“Early morning, and heck no! Just back to get cleaned up. Breakfast after?”

[Gallagher]

His frown still set on his face, he glanced down at the offending boot, then back up to her face. "I see that. I also see that you're a terrible, manipulative woman whose breakfast preferences I'm unfamiliar with."

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Tsae's painfully-adorable posturing vanishes very quickly into a displeased frown and accompanying glare.

"I want you to know, I just consciously stopped myself from kicking you for that." No longer interested in him, she turns abruptly and paces away.

Still annoyed at Gambooge, she adds, "You could try to be more of a gentleman, you know. I'm not really that terrible to you."

All of which, of course, is mostly a cover while she determines what she actually would like for breakfast, having been caught somewhat off-guard by his apparent willingness to actually serve her.

Clearing her throat and turning back to him, she announces, "I would like waffles, if you please. Not too crisp, and with butter, cream, sugar, sprinkles, and strawberry jam." Her glance flicking to her cupboards, she adds, "I, uh, think I have all that on hand."

[Quiet Man Cometh]

“So how did you end up meeting her?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure if that’s a long story or not.”

Syrgei and Petra sit sharing a plate of various finger foods. Syrgei’s hair is wet and draped over his shoulders.

“So, you’ve been back for, what, A week? And now you’re running off with some dark and mysterious new damsel. Should I be jealous?”

Syrgei nearly chokes on a piece of fruit.

*cough* “Nope!” He clears his throat. “She’d probably shoot you for saying that. And then she’d shoot me because…I’m not sure but she’d find a reason.”

“I think this is going to be a long story.”

[Gallagher]

No sooner had she turned her back to him that Gambooge gave a spectacular roll of his eyes. Of course, when she saw fit to look at him once more, he'd already wiped the expression from his face. "Oh, is that all?" he asked, even as he turned to the cupboards to check if she really did have everything ready for the cooking. "You don't ask for much, do you? As your good, dear friend, I'd be a fool to say no."

[Suzerain of Sheol]

If he's this easy to manipulate, she really might be able to get used to having him around more. IF his cooking is actually decent. Tsaerri sits herself at the table and plops her head into her hands, watching him collect the ingredients.

"So, know any nice vacation spots? Ideally, far away from here? I'm considering letting you accompany me."