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Mhmm, Lady.

Maximos said giving her a stout nod as she sat down, a simple reassuring gesture to assure her she was doing good. As soon as she sat, Walter immediately scooted her chair forward as was customary when seating a lady.

Maximos made sure to keep a level of eye contact with her, as if to lead her with his eyes into following his motion. His eyes scanned the feast looking for something simple betwix the two of them, and finally rested on an old favorite. Krak! It was such a simple name. It looked like a friend tree planted in the center of the table, the tree exterior was actually a disguise evolved around a very meaty creature. The bark exoskeleton was similar to a grabs shell. Maximos reached out grabbing one of the limbs and snapped it off bring it back to his plate.

The he gently stuck the fork in the open slot and shoveled out the blue meat. His eyes scanning back and for to Teira. His smiled and said very simply.

This, is dinner!

Maximos he couldnt bring himself to flip the words around, he just grinned as she seemed so very proud.

Close enough.

He said with a bit of a chuckle. And then before he could even slip out the words "Hold on", she was almost on his plate. The creaking wood of the old chairs protesting for a moment, as Maximos leaned back in his chair just a tad bit. Nervousness creeping back over him. Holding her hand was one thing but she was...really...close and...well it was...he pushed back a bit, a bit of a scraping noise coming from the freshly waxed floor. But you see, leaning back in an antique chair is improper table manners and while Lady Teira was allowed such, Maximos had no excuse. And so Walter was kind enough to slide the chair right back where it belonged. Maximos' pale cheeks went about as red as the tomato soup across the table.

Y-yes. Thats, thats dinner.

He said with a nervous smile. The meat was soft and yet steaming. With a shaky hand Maximos brought his fork up to a second piece of meat, twice nearly dropping it before impaling the meat and lifting it up.

You....you do this. See...

He opened his mouth letting out the stereotypical "Ahhh", and then plopped a piece in and chewed for a bit and swallowed. All with that same nervous smile, and his eyes locked on Teira.

For that short moment, Maximos could have sworn his heart stopped. Her little button nose pressed against his, the silky cloth of her dress resting on his lap, it was almost too much. He had taken beatings and done battle with creatures several times his strength and size all without ever losing the steady grip he held on his blade, or letting his confidence slip.

For that moment, Maximos couldnt even remember how to breath properly much less hold a fork, and down it fell with a clang to the ground. His hands almost immediately locked to either side of the seat cushion and simply refused to budge no matter how hard he tried. His white and black eyes stared into hers utterly petrified. His brain couldnt even process her placement on his lap, to even try was to risk fainting at dinner.

It couldnt have been more than a few seconds, but felt like time had frozen until she moved, and he let out a long breath, hands slowly released there vice grip, a single hand making its way back up to the table to grab a new fork and continue the lesson. As he made his way for the second piece, he let out a lit "yipe!", as she plucked it away, nearly jumping out of his seat. Though he'd find a bit of solace in her smile and the way she eagerly munching at the Krak.

N-n-now you try.

He said, sliding another fork from the table and offering it to her with more a than a little hesitation.

Now Maximos was about to crack as her she scooted so very much closer, and then again as her hand grazed over his. Cracking of course would have involved his chair falling on his back as a single stream of blood trickled down his nose and his eyes swirled around the back of his head. But just before that breaking point Maximos beheld the young girl lifting the whole Krak up on the edge of her fork. The almost panicked look on her face, and the very funny image of the fried "shrub", bearing down on the tiny fork and the tension found itself broken, he just couldnt help but laugh and laugh hard.

It was never a mocking laugh, but the scene itself was just so hilarious he couldnt help it. He tried his best to cover his mouth and stifle the laugh, but all in vain. He reached his right forward while whiping the tears of laughter from his eyes and snapped a chunk of the Krak off around he fork leaving Teira with a good sized chunk of the creature.

Bad Krak!

He said scolding the fried food while pointing his fork at it in a most threatening way. A goofy grin cast across his features.

I think its safe now.

He said looking back at Teira with a smile from ear to ear.

Maximos' eyes shot wide open and he just blinked. That was just...well that was definitely something he only had no idea what that something was. Now he did have senses and training about that sort of thing, but here at the dinner table with someone that couldnt even say "Magic", yet, well needless to say it was a surprise.

Walter, was making his way around the table gathering seconds, the Lady had mastered the grasping of food with a fork and so he grabbed a few small objects that required a fork in order to be eaten. And just as he was about to go for the Akina root, there was an incoming shrubbery being scolded as it flew. The offending food, smoothly slid up the back of Walters left hand rolling up and across his shoulders up to opposite arm and around back toward the table. He made a few quick hand signs as in the air as it fell, and with a plop it landed back on the table, almost immediately crumbling into tiny dissected pieces, as someone had just chopped it up into tiny pieces. Like at a hibachi table

Bad Krak indeed.

Walter said with a smile, waving a wary finger at the food. He was a butler of many many talents. Providing dinner and a show just happened to be one of them. Maximos even turned his shocked expression into a smile and gave Walter a clap of applause. While mentally analyzing how exactly he was going to help her release, and manage those.

There was a slight difference between jumping in front of Maximos and having her nose meeting his, and in jumping behind him. Leaping back at that most innocent of sights was just indescribably cute. Maximos couldnt help but chortle a bit with a smile on his face.

Walter of course, taking pleasuring in his moment of showmanship took to bowing repeatedly as his audience embraced him with an applause, all the while sneak a bit more food on the plate with each bow. As he bowed he made his way around the table and as the applause, at least from Maximos faded, he slid Lady Teira's plate away and replaced it with a new full plate.

Teira's full plate had everything from tiny veggies to beans of sorts and a few things Maximos didnt even have names for. Of course this included a few "rare" foods, some resembling insects or tiny fishes. Things that would repluse the "average" human. Of course Teira wasnt average, so what she had was a chance to explore her tastes. She had no memory of what was "gross" or not.

Looking at the rather unique selection Maximos smiled, and pointed at her plate with his fork saying.

Dinner! Lets eat!

Promptly taking the lead and leaning over his own plate taking another piece of Krak and chewing it. Looking back with a wide grin on his face wondering if Teira had copied, or if another entree had just "attacked".

Good.

Maximos said with a stout nod. Every little bit counted, be it first word, first steps...though it made poor Teira sound like a baby mental thats squarely where she was.

He contemplated honestly the duty he had just willingly accepted. Not such much as to measure whether or not he could truly hold it, as much as to make sure he didnt miss any steps along the way.

He was broken, empty. A blank slate so to speak, and it was his duty to refill that slate and re-create a functioning being. But was it fair to her...or at least who she was to re-write over that slate without even attempting to recover that past persona. In effect could he be letting her past self die, by trying to help this new one. But also, would he be damning her by trying to recover her.

His doubts and confusion were...intense, to say the least. A few moments of meditation and some time in his library would do him good tonight. But for now...

- squish -

The sound of the tasty meat Teira had selected squishing between her fingers. Maximos let out a tiny chuckle reaching out and gently tapping her shoulder to get her attention. Holding up his fork, to call her attention to it and kindly saying.

Like this Teira...

He reached the fork down poking a piece of meat, and slipping it into his mouth, and smiling. Hoping that her mimicking skill would help her learn. It wasnt the most important lesson to say the least.

All that mattered really, was right now. And right now was dinner.