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when will Eridanus play Minecraft, killing me instantly

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[Fiddleford is very much of the opinion that people deserve good things here. Being able to survive is important, and probably the first thing anybody ought to address. But just surviving isn't enough. He remembers what it was like when he felt almost obligated to be miserable because he thought that proved he was still human. Now with a little more perspective he feels like that's bullshit. People, human or not, deserve nice things. Like chili! There's a reason he still cooks and eats normal food even though he really doesn't have to.

At such a succinct takedown of his new project manager, Fiddleford snorts.]

Aw, now, I wouldn't go that far. You've just never seen his code. It's like watchin' a man remake the Mona Lisa in variables. You tell him you want somethin', turn him loose, and a couple hours later he's got it done.

[Which is kind of the life story with Larry Laffer, not that Fiddleford would know that.]

He's a little blue for my tastes sometimes but the work ethic makes up for it. And speakin' of work-- [He gives the chili one last stir and, apparently satisfied, shifts back a little.] I think we're ready to go here. Everythin' else is all set out on the table already but you'll probably want to make your bowl here first, this pot ain't movin'.

[He made a lot. You can't not make a lot of chili. That's now how chili works.]

Play: Minecraft Eating Soundbit

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[Behind the thin-brimmed glasses that sit low on Eridanus' aquiline nose, his bridge wrinkles with distaste. While they had only had one conversation, it was enough for him to know that he would have to be incredibly inebriated in order to enjoy Larry's company. Unfortunately, even Fiddleford's attempts to rein in that displeasure falls on deaf ears, though not entirely in part for Eridanus' stubbornness. It's mostly because he barely understands the jargon that has just streamed past Fiddleford's lips, with words like 'code' and 'variable' holding vastly different meanings in the troll-elf's repertoire.]

I will have to take your word for it. [He concedes as he steps away from Fiddleford's shoulder to see which cabinet the bowls and spoons are pulled from. There's an idle curiosity to his verdant gaze, though it seems it's knowledge for knowledge's sake as the places for things within this home are etched into his memory.]

At least he has work ethic, I'm sure that's difficult to find in your employees here. [Everyone seems to have their own agenda, at least from his own observation. Though even the prelude to this meeting was on the basis of them being future coworkers. Eridanus wonders for a moment, just how well a monster school will work?

Quietly, and by Fiddleford's direction, Eridanus spoons out a generous amount of chili into his bowl. The scent is divine, urging hunger pangs through his gut as just the spice alone is enough to coax his mouth to water. He was typically not so enthusiastic to eat, yet for some odd reason, he can't help but feel giddy to try a bite. How lucky is he then, that a spot falls onto his thumb, and he's all too eager to stick it in his mouth for a taste. The chili is cleaned off, and the rich spicy taste entices his mouth to water further. With an excited wagging of his runty tail, Eridanus tries his best to hide his anticipation.]

Shall we bring glasses for the wine, too?