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He didn't think as he was cooking. He just went through the motions without really knowing what he was preparing, or where he was in the stages of cooking. Despite this, he eventually had prepared a meal. It was nothing special, it was that old pub favourite of bangers and mash, along with a quite bland portion of various steamed vegetables. It was enough though, and by some miracle, Firefly had actually made enough for both of them. It had been in no way intentional, of course.
"Dinner is served, your highness." He growled up the stairs, apparently being a little bit civil now that he had finally calmed down. He was still in no way friendly, as proven by that rather sarcastic comment of his, but it was a start. Somewhere in him, he knew that Mist was not a bad man, and it appeared that this part was reaching out a little bit. There was no telling when it would be silenced again, but for the time being the ever so slightly nicer side of Mike was showing itself.
"Dinner is served, your highness." He growled up the stairs, apparently being a little bit civil now that he had finally calmed down. He was still in no way friendly, as proven by that rather sarcastic comment of his, but it was a start. Somewhere in him, he knew that Mist was not a bad man, and it appeared that this part was reaching out a little bit. There was no telling when it would be silenced again, but for the time being the ever so slightly nicer side of Mike was showing itself.