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Lumine waved her skewer around. “You’d make a decent cook, Dain.”
“I would not.” Embers jumped as Dainsleif threw another log into the firepit. “I am a knight.”
“Your point?”
“My point being, that I am better suited for the sword than the knife.”
“That’s not a good excuse. My brother’s good with a blade and food. But I get it.” The campfire lit up her smile. “It’s hard to be as good as him.”
He shot her an unimpressed look.
“When my brother wakes up, we should travel together. Then, we can all see who the better cook is.”