[Pfft. Don't you know bar protocol, Emil? You don't share your food with the server.
Asch rolls his eyes, somewhat exasperated, but turns to get started anyway, getting the food cooking before he begins whipping up the milkshake while they wait. If Emil wants to be Mr. Nice Guy, that's his choice. Saves him from making lunch later.]
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Asch rolls his eyes, somewhat exasperated, but turns to get started anyway, getting the food cooking before he begins whipping up the milkshake while they wait. If Emil wants to be Mr. Nice Guy, that's his choice. Saves him from making lunch later.]