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It was very clear to Damien. Snow hurts when it wants to. The snowbank was thick and cushioned the fall, but Jack, was it cold!

"I call fowl play." he managed to moan out from inside the frosty white tomb. "I'm over here!" the hellhound said, trying to wag his tail to the surface as a beacon for rescue.

While it wasn't exactly terrilble being submerged in the snow and feeling like a pup-sickle, Damien was glad to be rescued from the aftermath of the snowball down a hill. "There is no defeat in playtime, only challenges." the hound said in a huff to the horseman owner for a day. He probably still wanted to try and take his pants off.

-And here is where he gets you, with promises of meat products in his pocket.- Melas grumbled low and mockingly in their shared psyche. "Oh really?" the hellhound said questionably.

Eye squinting at him. Onto your game there.

Damien was not going to look the bacon pig in the snout and went to take a piece gratefully. "Thanks." he yipped, nibbling on the piece of salty treat carefully.

Tseng could have tried to covering it with some sort of sleeping drug or something. "Why are you walking around with bacon anyways?"

what he really wanted to do was shake him like a spoiled scareling and yell "WHY DO YOU KNOW MY WEAKNESS?"

There was someone who did not know how to cook bacon. Damien was shocked to hear of such a fiasco. The piece of bacon in his hands was nibbled on even more carefully.

But meat was meat.

After a cursory sniff, it didn't smell volatile at least. "Can't believe you don't cook bacon often, what do you live off of?"

The idea of tasting other cuisine was tempting, a chance to broaden his own knowledge of dishes, it couldn't hurt. 'You know what pervert, I think that it a offer I might just take up from you in the future." Demi retorted back with a bark, thrilled at the prospect of a chance to learn from them. "maybe i could make you something too, we can have a potluck dinner."

it was a rare chance at a genius idea from him.

The little whoop from his temporary owner got his attention as demi felt his tail wagging at the excitement the boil was giving off. The horsemen were so strange. the idea of making it a large celebration wasn't bad.

"Why not? It can be a big bash. a melding of minds for cooking and eating." a celebration of unity, on Amity's grounds and terms. It had potential as the pup saw it.

"Well, you ARE the leader today." he reminded Tseng, giving the guy a nudge. "You decide."

"Maybe even including secret ingredients to the dishes or something." the hound added, kicking at the snow idly. "Maybe even cooking with one arm tied behind their back." he added.

The ideas were plentiful for challenges. "We can probably make this work." agreeing to Tseng and his nod.
The promise of a race flicks his ears at attention, keep to the idea of running is fun. "Race, on your stubby legs? You sure you want to do this?" he stated, cockily limbering up his legs for the flight into the snow.