My Land, My Rules

Gladio would more than happily do all the slicing, dicing, chopping and cutting Nell needed to do, even if it would involve a lot of shaking his head and claiming that he didn't see how anyone could call something this dinky a knife.


And when his hand got slapped for swiping carrots? He snorted.

"And here you were worried," he stated, "about becoming a mouse. And a mouse's dinner is about all a bite like that would spoil, too. Gonna take more than that to fill me up, and you know it."

Just wait, Nell. You were lucky they were having company, because after this? He might just have to test to see how serious you were about not picking up his underwear.