In All Honesty

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The yakisobi noodles had edged towards the proper state of cooked; the tall chef tilted his head to the side and exhaled a quick stream of nicotine-smoke before replacing the cigarette.

"Almost ready," he called in accented English. "Smells good no?"

"You don't have to force yourself to speak English," Lyserg reminded, slipping around the kitchen door and wiping his hands on a towel.

The chef grinned, tapping ash from his cigarette. "Have to learn sometime," he replied easily, half-smirking as he switched back to Japanese.

"Of course," the man with pale hair smiled wryly, rewarded with a raucous wink.