"An army marches on its stomach. Good to meet a man who knows that."
Cid nods his approval at that. He could appreciate a man who took pride in his work.
"And I am, aye," he nods confirmation of the dwarf's suspicions. "That obvious, eh? Do I smell for than these other sods, then? I'll remember to bathe." The smirk that accompanied the comment made it clear he was joking. Mostly.
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I, the Milk Run
Date: 2024-12-20 07:09 pm (UTC)Cid nods his approval at that. He could appreciate a man who took pride in his work.
"And I am, aye," he nods confirmation of the dwarf's suspicions. "That obvious, eh? Do I smell for than these other sods, then? I'll remember to bathe." The smirk that accompanied the comment made it clear he was joking. Mostly.