While Mizu notices Vergil's reaction, she doesn't think much of it. He's no prim princess when it comes to cleansliness, not after his description of the demon realm and what he did to survive there. He keeps himself clean in Folkmore, cleaner than Mizu can do the same back in Japan. She too is cleaner here, with the privacy afforded by the bath and life not spent on the road. It's a luxurious life, for all the work she does. It's even easier now she doesn't spend weeks healing after each of their bouts.
Her chopsticks move to shovel the rest of her food in her mouth. Vergil's been barely eating at his plate for some time now. He's waited on her eating long enough—
Mizu blinks, her hand pausing as she processes the request. She barely kisses him back the first time, better reacting the second. She laughs a little. "It'd take far more to give me a stomach ache. Perhaps a sword to the gut."
It started when she was young, on the street. Food was there when it was there, and people would chase her off if they saw her. So it was scooped up with her hands, gone in seconds. Food was reliable with Master Eiji, a blessing she never took for granted, but it also wasn't good. It gave them energy to make swords. It didn't need to do anything else, like taste appetizing. Traveling, it was still best whenever in a town to eat her food quickly and be on her way. She attracted negative attention often enough she wouldn't always get to finish the meals she paid for if she took her time. It's hard to slow down, but Mizu takes smaller bites and chews. It tastes far better than anything she's made.
Still, it's only food, and Mizu doesn't need that long to eat it. That may say something, given it's her third serving, three times as much as she generally eats as a meal these days, but she's warm and full with it. She gives a pleasant sigh at the feeling and stands to clear her plate. She sets it on the counter and slides it across, leaning herself but giving Vergil all the room he may need in the kitchen. He doesn't have to clean up after her. She's fine cleaning in her own place, especially since he cooked. Yet she doesn't insist. She appreciates having one less chore to do.
"Your smell's changed a little since Dante and Nero showed up," Mizu comments. "Subtly, but it's there. You smell like family."
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Her chopsticks move to shovel the rest of her food in her mouth. Vergil's been barely eating at his plate for some time now. He's waited on her eating long enough—
Mizu blinks, her hand pausing as she processes the request. She barely kisses him back the first time, better reacting the second. She laughs a little. "It'd take far more to give me a stomach ache. Perhaps a sword to the gut."
It started when she was young, on the street. Food was there when it was there, and people would chase her off if they saw her. So it was scooped up with her hands, gone in seconds. Food was reliable with Master Eiji, a blessing she never took for granted, but it also wasn't good. It gave them energy to make swords. It didn't need to do anything else, like taste appetizing. Traveling, it was still best whenever in a town to eat her food quickly and be on her way. She attracted negative attention often enough she wouldn't always get to finish the meals she paid for if she took her time. It's hard to slow down, but Mizu takes smaller bites and chews. It tastes far better than anything she's made.
Still, it's only food, and Mizu doesn't need that long to eat it. That may say something, given it's her third serving, three times as much as she generally eats as a meal these days, but she's warm and full with it. She gives a pleasant sigh at the feeling and stands to clear her plate. She sets it on the counter and slides it across, leaning herself but giving Vergil all the room he may need in the kitchen. He doesn't have to clean up after her. She's fine cleaning in her own place, especially since he cooked. Yet she doesn't insist. She appreciates having one less chore to do.
"Your smell's changed a little since Dante and Nero showed up," Mizu comments. "Subtly, but it's there. You smell like family."