[It's probably an agreement. He doesn't do anything for a moment except sigh quietly under his breath. Reaching out, he begrudgingly takes one of the rice balls to eat. Fine. He'll eat.]
Next week, Cunning... [Damn. Curse.] Cunning is probably not hosting.
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[It's probably an agreement. He doesn't do anything for a moment except sigh quietly under his breath. Reaching out, he begrudgingly takes one of the rice balls to eat. Fine. He'll eat.]
Next week, Cunning... [Damn. Curse.] Cunning is probably not hosting.