Part 560: Gaius B

Hey, babe. You got a second?

Of course. What do you need?

I whipped up another pie. Went easy on the ol' sugar pile this time, too. Anyway, you mind letting me know if it cuts the mustard?

Um... Well, sure. Why not? Hand it over!

Well? How is it?

...You know what? It's not bad.

You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?

Absolutely not! Besides, you'd know. I'm a truly terrible liar.

Well, all right then! Glad you like it.

Say, Gaius? Why do you ask ME to taste your pies? There are tons of people in camp who'd be happy for a free bite.

It's 'cause you're a dancer. See, the way I see it, you've got a sensitive soul. The Shepherds are a stout bunch and great if you need to throw down. But most of those clods couldn't tell a turnip from a sirloin. I think I saw Chrom eating an unpeeled orange the other day. No kidding!

Hee hee! That sounds about right!

See? You know what I'm talking about.

You're trouble, mister. Saying such mean things about our fellow Shepherds...

Even if they're true?

Especially if they're true! Hee hee hee!

Oh, but who am I to laugh? I'm useless at everything.

That's so wrong, I don't even know how to respond. So you know what? I'm gonna just pretend you never said it. Anyway, I'm still working on my recipe, so I'll be needing your services again.

O-of course! Anytime...