[Training] burn butcher burn

when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream

Warmed by the reminder of what deals used to mean to a man like Astaroth and the gentle in-joke they've become, at least between the two of them, Danta allows himself to be steered through the seating area to their little table. He even manages a soft laugh as Asta starts to rearrange the seating to keep them together and their backs against the wall, but he's hardly complaining as he settles in to sit down.

"Perhaps in another life you might have opened a restaurant," he jokes, flashing the other man a grin and waiting for him to join him before scooting a little closer. "You might have been a fine chef," he adds, opting not to mention what he might have been cooking day to day. His hand drops to rest atop Asta's knee beneath the table, as if to anchor himself to the butcher in turn, and he blinks at the mention of the candied oranges as if having forgotten he'd actually ordered them.

"I figured we could take them home if we don't want them just now," he says with an easy shrug, leaning idly against Asta and only glancing up when their cake and cocoa arrives a minute later, each drink adorned with a sprig of peppermint bark. "It feels as though it should be snowing outside," he says with a smirk.

The Maverick

you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me