You have great points, buddy. [ Wu follows him inside, petting Naga's damp fur. ] We gotta get you dried off, Naga!
I... no. I wouldn't say I enjoy it. I don't hate it, but would I choose to do this? Probably not. I'm not cut out to be in meetings all day!
[ Wu laughs at that ] Uh huh. So you think I couldn't do that? Wait, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know what you'd say. [ Mako doesn't make it a mystery what he thinks about Wu's competence ]
Mako really has some stuff to work on. He lets out a little huff, shoving his hand into his already-messy hair. ] I think you could learn on the job. You're kind of doing that already, even if you didn't choose it.
[ He glances back at Wu (and Naga, who helpfully noses the door shut with her snout, shakes again, and bounds off into the house, probably to go find Sven.) and sighs. ] Let's get you something real to eat.
I suppose I am! Well, I'll take a looksee, see what's out there. [ Wu smiles a little at him, wavering at his side.
It's strange, to be in a new place with Mako. He's really only known Mako in one context, and Mako was mostly working for him then. Now, it's different. Now, Mako doesn't have to help him, and yet here he is: helping Wu again. ] Thanks. Do you cook? I didn't know that.
There's a lot you don't know about me, I guess. [ Mako shrugs, a little uncomfortable under the sudden scrutiny. It's like Wu is looking through him.
Or maybe his skin just hurts. He waves for Wu to follow him, heading toward the massive kitchen. Hopefully Kristoff and Anna won't mind that he's just... invited someone into their house. They'll like Wu, anyway—he hasn't said anything obnoxious yet and he's actually being kind of.
Pleasant?
Mako shakes the thought off. ] But, yeah. I like cooking. 'S something I can do for Kristoff, since he's letting me stay here.
Meaning, you really like eating. [ Mako fills in with a snort. ] I've been wanting to make... anything that isn't soup. Noodles, maybe. You okay with spice?
What's wrong with soup? [ Wu smiles up at him. This feels familiar, like those two years they spent together. Wu clings to that. ] Yes, of course I can handle spicy food. Who do you take me for, Mako?!
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I... no. I wouldn't say I enjoy it. I don't hate it, but would I choose to do this? Probably not. I'm not cut out to be in meetings all day!
[ Wu laughs at that ] Uh huh. So you think I couldn't do that? Wait, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know what you'd say. [ Mako doesn't make it a mystery what he thinks about Wu's competence ]
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Mako really has some stuff to work on. He lets out a little huff, shoving his hand into his already-messy hair. ] I think you could learn on the job. You're kind of doing that already, even if you didn't choose it.
[ He glances back at Wu (and Naga, who helpfully noses the door shut with her snout, shakes again, and bounds off into the house, probably to go find Sven.) and sighs. ] Let's get you something real to eat.
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It's strange, to be in a new place with Mako. He's really only known Mako in one context, and Mako was mostly working for him then. Now, it's different. Now, Mako doesn't have to help him, and yet here he is: helping Wu again. ] Thanks. Do you cook? I didn't know that.
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Or maybe his skin just hurts. He waves for Wu to follow him, heading toward the massive kitchen. Hopefully Kristoff and Anna won't mind that he's just... invited someone into their house. They'll like Wu, anyway—he hasn't said anything obnoxious yet and he's actually being kind of.
Pleasant?
Mako shakes the thought off. ] But, yeah. I like cooking. 'S something I can do for Kristoff, since he's letting me stay here.
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You should show me your favorite thing to cook! I've never cooked before, but I have a great appreciation for the art.
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[ Mako says this entirely blandly, but there's a sparkle of humor in his eyes. ]
We'll see how much you can take.
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He's going to regret this, isn't he? ]
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