Cynthia woke up the next morning still feeling the pain from Noire's little 'hunt' last night. She slowly got out of bed and walked towards the mess hall for breakfast. Like usual, it was full of chatter and sometimes, also a lot of action. She scanned the room looking for the 'kids' table, where all the future children sat and ate. She saw her parents talking to Severa's parents, Cordelia and Lon'qu.

"…And blood splattered everywhere!" Henry chuckled excitedly. The Myrmidon just grunted and continued to eat the strange glop that was on his plate.

Next to them, she spotted the 'royal couples', Maribelle and Chrom, with Lissa and Vaike.

"Aw, come on, Chrom! Just one more round! The Teach will win the next one for sure!" Vaike challenged. Chrom just sighed and ignored Vaike. He looked too tired to deal with him today.

"Vaike, isn't there just one day where you don't have to spar with Chrom?" Robin asked. "It's better to change up your partners once in a while. Why don't you spar with someone different today?" She suggested, nudging her husband, Donnel Tinhead.

"But Chrom and I are rivals, it's our destiny!"

Well, at least Cynthia could tell where Owain would get his rivalry with Morgan from.

She finally spotted the future children and sat down with them.

"Mornin', Cynthia." Brady greeted.

The group seemed unusual quiet that morning. Usually, a normal breakfast would consist of Owain telling stories about his greatness and his sword hand, along with Inigo complaining about how many girls turned him down.

"Hey! Why isn't anyone eating? You don't want to starve to death, do you?" Kjelle angrily asked.

They all chuckled nervously. "Surely we all had a huge dinner last night, Kjelle. Perhaps we simply are still full." Laurent commented.

So, it was Kjelle's turn to cook today. That totally explained why everyone's plates were untouched, (even Minerva's) except Lucina and Brady's. Lucina probably wanted to be nice and not hurt Kjelle's feelings. Brady probably ate the whole thing because he was scared of what his girlfriend would do if he didn't eat her 'marvellous' cooking. Cynthia thought that Libra gave Kjelle a few pointers about cooking, but that idea was dead the moment she saw Libra clutching his stomach and running to the washroom.

"So, where's Severa?" Cynthia asked, with a slight blush on her face.

"Oh, she ran out the moment I told her I was cooking." Kjelle explained. "Something about her not wanting to die or something, but she's just joking."

"Well she's not wrong…" Noire whispered, clutching her bow.

"And she took Morgan with her too," Yarne added. "Mr. Optimistic."

"Yes, from my findings, she is hanging out with him 54 percent more than usual. How curious." Laurent commented, bring out a few of his notes. Laurent was so similar to Miriel, no one would even guess that Virion was his father without seeing his blue hair.

Cynthia just sighed and grabbed a plate of Kjelle's cooking. She didn't care if it tasted like Pegasus poop, she was starving.

"I…don't understand how you could eat that," Gerome said. Even Minerva looked at Cynthia strangely.

"People will eat anything to survive," Nah noted. "But even then, I can't bring myself to even lift the fork."

Kjelle looked like she was about to explode. "Jeez, guys! I know it's not the best, but at least it's something! Some people are actually eating it! She pointed at a table where Tharja and Stahl were sitting. Tharja looked like she was cursing the food, instead of eating it.

The conversation got too weird, so Cynthia just left for the kitchen. Severa and Morgan had to be in there.

"…And here's some quality food now!" Severa proudly announced. It looked to be the same stew as yesterday. "Let's see if there's anything missing now!"

Morgan looked nervously at the stew. "Um, I did say your food was tasty last time right?"

"Oh, right. Like I believed THAT. Now eat it." She demanded.

He cautiously picked the bowl up and wolfed it down like the last time.

"…It's delicious! Even better than the first time! I guess you followed my advice, eh?"

"SEVERA!" Kjelle stormed in and interrupted. "I already had food prepared, and you went ahead and rejected it. And don't think I've forgotten about you too, Morgan!"

Morgan bolted out of the kitchen, slamming into Cynthia in the process. "Sorry!"

With all three gone, Cynthia stepped into the kitchen. She saw Morgan's stew still lying on the table and couldn't resist taking a bit. If Morgan said it was great, then it must great. Despite being a guy who lost his memory and all, he was surprisingly one of the most trusted guys in the Shepards.

She took a bite of the stew and was completely shocked. It was delicious, as Morgan described. The tomato base worked so well with the green beans and carrots. She would definitely eat this all the time if that was an option.

She blushed at the thought of Severa cooking the dish for her every night. 'Stop it, Cynthia. You know better than to day dream.' She quickly placed the bowl back on the table and walked back to her tent.

"Cynthia."

She jumped at the sound of Laurent's voice. "My apologies for startling you, but I'd like to discuss a matter with you."

"What is it, Laurent?" It wasn't like Laurent to speak to her. He observed people, but never actually spoke to them unless needed or if they were family. However, one could say that friends are family as well.

Cynthia followed Laurent to his tent. It must have been something important.

He took off his hat and opened up one of his notebooks on his bed. Laurent had written a lot in that, judging by all the pen markings and sticky notes pasted on to the pages.

"You see, recently I've been doing some research on interaction. How comrades, siblings, or rivals approach and socialize with one another. I thought if I could observe these interactions, perhaps I could pass along some suggestions to Robin on who would work best together in battle, should the moment arrive." The page he showed had battle diagrams, one that had all aerial units behind the terrain units.

Laurent sighed. He sounded a bit nervous or uncomfortable. It was kind of hard to tell.

"…And as I observed closer, I started realizing some more, 'interesting' relationships between soldiers." He continued.

For some reason, Laurent just stopped speaking and just kept his eyes focused on his book.

"…And?" Cynthia asked after an awkward silence. Seriously, Laurent was killing her here. Why couldn't the guy get to his point?

"I know it is out of my character to ask such a question such as this, but…"

Again, there was that awkward silence. I'm really starting to wonder why I followed him here if he really has not much to say..

"…Do you have a romantic interest in Severa?" Laurent finally blurted out.

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