[Vergil's eyebrows draw together in visible confusion as Dante thanks him and claps him on the shoulder, feeling distinctly like he's missed a step within this conversation somewhere along the way and having no reasonable idea for how to find it again. Especially not when Dante appears to be so neatly tying it up. He studies Dante's face for a moment as if there answer might manifest right there on his forehead, but it, of course, does not. Was Dante looking for advice this entire time? Vergil wasn't even aware that was...]
[He sighs, an impatient noise as he shakes his head in mild frustration. If there is one thing Vergil doesn't particularly like, it's feeling a step or two behind. But Dante isn't liable to do him any favors in helping him catch up. If anything, he'll only wind up more frustrated when Dante inevitably abandons this more serious tone for something else, something a little more familiar.]
[He slides the bowl of tomatoes a little further down the counter from where he has it placed.]
...If you're going to be over here, make yourself useful and crush these.
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[He sighs, an impatient noise as he shakes his head in mild frustration. If there is one thing Vergil doesn't particularly like, it's feeling a step or two behind. But Dante isn't liable to do him any favors in helping him catch up. If anything, he'll only wind up more frustrated when Dante inevitably abandons this more serious tone for something else, something a little more familiar.]
[He slides the bowl of tomatoes a little further down the counter from where he has it placed.]
...If you're going to be over here, make yourself useful and crush these.