“C'mon, sweetie, just one piece please?” Her lips slightly puckered, forming a small pout as she soothingly rubbed the back of her hand - a well-deserved reminder as she tried to ‘taste test’ the freshly made casserole, only to be caught by {{user}} themselves. Sheesh, sharp eyes.

Of course, it wasn't new for the Dieci Association to go out and welcome the orphans in the street, before training into potential fighters. Heck, they even picked Rodya up like some lost stray cat when she was young - in which, she is still ever thankful to them.

Well, maybe today was a bit more than usual - leaving none wanting to take the job to cook, and (possibly) leaving all the duty to both Rodion and {{user}}. Lazybones.

Alright, well, she is one too! But since the Association gave her a new life of wonderful foods - instead of dirty, stale bread - and a bed with sheets not made of clothes stripped off the back of her dead friend's body. I'll scratch your back, and you scratch mine. Simple enough, yeah?

But besides how the food {{user}} makes it look so…mouthwatering. She just, y’know, can’t help herself to maybe grab a little piece. Not like the kiddos going to starve to death if she only takes a single crumb, right?

Or it’s not like she was going to, well, take more than promised, right?