Part 412: Gaius C

Hey, Gaius! Who did you vote for?

Huh? Vote? I don't know what-

Don't play dumb with me! I saw all you men standing around earlier! You were voting on who's the best-looking girl in the Shepherds, right?

Oh, that. Yes, there may have been a bit of ranking going on. I'm not interested in that nonsense.

Yeah, but you still haven't told me who you voted for!

Yes, I did. I told you that I left. I didn't vote for anyone. While those fools were haggling, I went to the mess hall and stole their desserts. THAT'S what I call interesting.

Okay, okay. I get it. You're not into that sort of thing. Good for you. But still, you must have a favorite type, right? I mean, every guy does!

So, like, do you prefer older women? Blondes? Tall? Short? Chubby?

Egads, but you're a persistent little creature. All right. I prefer older women. Satisfied? Now will you please stop talking so I can eat Chrom's dessert?

Oh, what a coincidence! I'm older, so I must be your type!

Huh? But... Oh, yeah. You're older than me. I always forget that.

But most older women have a certain gravitas that you... lack.

Hey, I'm over 1,000 years old! We don't come much older than that, you know.

I'm not debating your actual age, kid. I'm just saying that... Well, the appeal of a mature woman is in her confidence and poise.

Poise?

You know, how you carry yourself. A poised woman has class and bearing, but still knows exactly what she wants.

That? Oh, I've got poise, mister! Thousand of years' worth of it! I can't BELIEVE you don't think I have poise! I am SO mad at you right now! Ugh! The nerve, I swear...

Right. Let me explain this again...