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"So what you doing out here by yourself?"
"Eating."
"Well, yeah I gathered that. I meant more, don't you fancy slaves have a dining area or something?"
"My Owner, her Lord Administrator of Papers likes me to stay close at all times, however she finds my dietary requirements distasteful. She would rather I eat away from her sight, and more importantly her sense of smell. It is my pleasure to oblige, as I exist to serve her, and not to bring her discomfort After All."
"Back in the guild we all just ate together. Never really thought to be bothered, people just eat what they eat. Some eat fish, I eat plants, an' others eat dead people. None of my business if they aren't making me eat it. Honestly in a way It's sorta erotic, you know? The idea of someone dismantling my body and eating my meats once I'm dead."
"That's very insightful, Farro."
"Maybe when I'm alive, their hands in my guts an' stuff."
"You're a lot like my Owner, Farro. Very open around thoughts that most keep in their head."
"I'm not bothering you, am I?"
"I appreciate the Company, although I'm sure you have duties to perform."
"Pretty sure I'm all yours till the bowl is ready to go back."
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