"Annie!" Morgan cried, enthusiastically taking the seat next to Ananias' and then playfully and repeatedly jabbing him on the shoulder with her fists. "Just the guy I wanted to see!"

Ananias, who had been busy eating his breakfast for the day, stopped chewing to give Morgan his undivided attention. He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Annie?" he asked.

Morgan nodded and innocently smiled. "You like it? I came up with it by myself!" She began to dangle her feet up and down from her seat.

Ananias looked directly forward and sighed as his brow furrowed ever so slightly. No, he did not particularly like that specific nickname. It was bad enough that he had to live with the fact that he had been born into a large family infamous for its number of identical females, and he doubted being called a feminine nickname would make him feel any better; but then again, Morgan didn't exactly know that, so….

Ananias quickly did whatever was in his power to regain the previous composure he had had mere seconds before. "Not really," he answered truthfully. The moment he noticed Morgan's somewhat hurt expression, he almost immediately regretted not phrasing his response better, and quickly added, "But if you want to call me that, I guess I wouldn't mind." That was also the truth. As much as Ananias initially disliked the endearment, even he had to admit that it was innocently crafted and ultimately harmless in the grand scheme of things.

Morgan smiled. "Aw, thanks Annie! You're always so sweet!"

Ananias slowly began to resume consuming his breakfast. "Thanks," he muttered.

"And," Morgan added in a singsong voice, playfully stretching out the "and" as she leaned closer and closer to him, "you would be even sweeter if you did a teensy-weensy, little favor for me."

Ananias looked back at Morgan, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Hmm?"

Morgan continued to smile innocently as she clasped her hands together. "Please?" she begged. "Pretty please with sugar on top?"

Ananias heaved a sigh, before answering, "What is it, Morgan?"

"Yay!" Morgan cheered once she realized that Ananias had officially agreed to help her. She reached into her robes and pulled out a tiny, brown, sealed pouch from her pockets. "Ta-da!" she cried as she presented the pouch to Ananias, signaling for him to take it off her hands.

Once Ananias complied, he asked, "What is it?" as he slowly untied the rope sealing the pouch to find out for himself.

Morgan folded her arms and raised her chin as she smiled proudly. "The hottest chili peppers in the land! Spared no expense."

Once Ananias confirmed that Morgan was indeed telling the truth, he nodded, and said, "Impressive," though with his usual deadpan and monotone voice, it probably came off as sounding sarcastic, not that Morgan really noticed from all of her excitement. Ananias looked back at Morgan. "What do you want me to do with this?"

Morgan smiled brightly. "I want you to try and trick me into eating them."

"…What?"

"I want you to try and trick me into eating them," Morgan repeated. She apparently didn't realize how ridiculous her request sounded, even after she had just uttered it out loud… twice.

Ananias' eyes widened in surprise. "…Why?"

"I'm trying to learn how to anticipate my opponent's strategies," Morgan explained without missing a beat. "And what better way to learn how to do that than to foil the strategy of someone who's trying to light my tongue on fire?"

"…Chess?"

Morgan shook her head. "I've already done that. I need something to spice things up." She let out a carefree, jolly laugh. "No pun intended! Am I right, huh? Am I?" she asked, gently nudging Ananias on the side with her elbow.

Ananias sighed. He really shouldn't, but he knew that if he didn't, Morgan would just ask somebody else to do it instead. Once Morgan set her mind on something, there was little chance of stopping her. "If you insist," he said quietly.

Morgan cheered and wrapped Ananias in a great, big hug. "Thank you Annie! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She then got up and went on her merry way.

Ananias released one last sigh before having one last look at the pouch in his hand, shaking his head, and murmuring, "Somebody's gonna get hurt. I just know it."


Author's Note #1: Well, there you go! Early Christmas present for those who have been patiently waiting for an update to this story!

Author's Note #2: You can still request which character you want Ananias to support with next (the candidates are listed on the first chapter/paralogue), but since I've started a support with Female Morgan, I plan on finishing it (getting to Support S) before moving on to another character, so you guys will have to be patient.

Author's Note #3: Poor Ananias! Sometimes, the guy just hates how easily compliant he can be with people, even when he knows that it's all going to end up badly for someone!