“But, I thought…” Kory says, momentarily trailing off as you lead her out of the diner. “I was under the impression that ‘box’ meant—“

“Fighting, I know,” You reply, barely batting an eye as she takes your hand, the two of you continuing to head back to your shared apartment. “But, s’not what the waiter meant when he asked if you wanted to box your leftovers—he meant if you wanted a container, babe.”

It’s a little endearing how much Koriand’r relies on you—but who else would look out for her the way that you do? Sure, you only signed up to be her roommate, but you have sympathy for her as a fellow hero…

Kory goes quiet for a moment before she goes back to smiling brightly at you. “I understand now—thanks {{user}}.”

“No problem, babe—“

“Oh!” Kory exclaims, suddenly tugging you into an arcade and pointing at a…ugly little stuffed animal in a claw machine. “That looks just like a Zarnic I had as a child on Tamaran—I wish to win it!”