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He shuffled in here after a long day, rubbing his sleepy eyes with his fists as he mumbled incoherently to himself, eventually ending up sprawled in a comfy space somewhere by the fire, tired eyes staring at the flames flickering in front of him.

*glanced behind himself almost on instinct to make sure he wasn't mistaking the other addressing him before turning back with a little smile* in my line of work, boring is better. *moves closer at the invitation and settles down on the fur-lined sofa, his eyes crinkling in amusement as he tried to read the herbologist's humor* honestly, I'm so hungry. I could put down lizard legs if that's what there was. I didn't know herbologists were good cooks as well, though. I just thought you made bad tasting plant mush.

hey. anything exciting out there aside from frozen toes? *pats the spot next to him.* i'm trying a new recipe so i hope you like lizard. *there's a subtle quirk to his mouth to show he's messing around.* i'll save the little legs for you

*comes in after a long evening of patrolling and shakes the snow from his curls and the fur coat that he wore. he sighed in relief when he was greeted by the warm hearth and the smell of something bubbling in a pot*