>>5593706Sira walks away from the conversation slightly less nervous than before. His employees probably don’t hate him THAT much.
He was still sweating, of course, and would prefer to just stay in his room and cuddle his pillows depicting various types of arms he would like the own, but he can’t exactly leave right now. He is the host, after all.
As Warin is preparing another bowl of cockles for boiling, she asks if he wants any. He agrees. Might as well do something that could calm his nerves.
「Yeah. Sure. I could go for one more plate.」
“Alright. How do you want it done?”
>20 seconds (rare)Crunchy. Strong smell. A lot of blood.
His heart REALLY needs this. His brain doesn’t.
>30 seconds (medium rare)Somewhat crunchy. Sweet. Most people eat this.
His heart wants this.
>1 minute (medium well done)Slightly crunchy. The blood has turned black.
His brain wants this.
>2 minutes (well done)Chewy. Barely any smell. Traces of blood faintly remain.
His brain REALLY needs this. His heart doesn’t.
Depending on what he chooses in order to calm himself, his inner thoughts can be swayed into deciding on more emotional or logical ones.
