Very Good, But Not As Good As Me

"Two cones!"

"Two Lala Fat skewers."

After buying a huge pile of street snacks, Ash sighed. "War's been going on for eight whole months, but Black Robe Town looks like nothing's happened at all."

"They're just used to it." Black Crow carried the snack bags and said, "Tano Mu once said that in the Wasteland, you could count the days without war in a year on one hand."

"Let's not go back yet. We'll eat here."

Ash suddenly turned into the corner of a dark alley. Black Crow shook his head. "I don't eat."

"I'll lean against this wall, and you lean against that wall. Even if you take off your mask, I won't be able to see you." Ash pointed at the two perpendicular walls in the corner and said, "I could hear your stomach growling."

"Impossible. I can go three days without a drop of water and still show no physiological reaction."

"Are you eating or not? If you don't, I won't take you out to eat next time. You always just watch us eat. It makes it look like we're excluding you." Ash took the initiative to press himself against one wall and passed the cone over to the other side where he couldn't see. "This is the part where you should accept my kindness with tears of gratitude, sobbing too hard to speak."

"Sorry. I've really never had crying training. I can't fake-cry."

Although he said that, Black Crow still took the food, pressed himself against the wall, took off his mask, and began eating in small, silent bites.

"How is it? Good?"

"It's good, but not as good as me."

Ash was shocked. "Not as good as you? You can cook too?"

"Yes." Black Crow said, "I'm the best cook in Raven Slaughter. Every time