Nah. Stuff like this never comes without a little dysfunction. [ there's a conspiratorial glint in his eye, like he thinks he's being subtle. he isn't. ] It'd be weirder if it was all praise.

[ crawling out of the ground had clearly left a bottomless pit in chrono's stomach, because he's reaching for one of the doulmades and a toothpick speared with olives right after finishing the souvlaki.

he leans back against the table, eyes turned to squint against the sun. ]

You've been awake a while?