[If you help him up onto the counter, Eibi, he'll do it? He's seen his scion do it loads of times. He totally knows how to prepare those delicious, mushy fishes. No.]

[Fuyuhiko shrugs, making his way towards the door.]

Wouldn't put it past you, even so. You can't honestly tell me the thought didn't at least cross your mind. 'specially since you know I wouldn't screw your dragon over just to get back at you.

[That would just be low!]