playing by the golden rule

The Warlord grimaced at the words, wondering if he and Satoru had different ideas on how Ophelia needed to be cared for. As the smaller wolf gestured towards the oysters, the Warlord inclined his head. Wondering if Zee and perhaps even Hana might appreciate a few of them. ‘Thanks. That soup you're making smells rather interesting as well. Preparing it for anything special?” He didn’t want to confiscate it if it was for a special occasion after all. Otherwise, Sotoru might poison it next time…

“It's good that you have an interest in cooking. I fear much of the Armada fare is simple in nature. Say, if you ever want someone to taste your food, I know someone who needs some plumping up, and things like that atomic soup might do just the thing.” and that someone was Zee, not Ophelia.

“Speaking of fattening up. What's been going on with Ophelia? I’ve noticed little change” The words were a little less cordial now.


"Sirius Fatalis"