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[judgementor]

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[polterguide]

Oh, definitely.

[They hum, picking at their sheets. They’re content to listen for a moment, before curiosity gets to them.]

When did you learn how to play?

[judgementor]

I--

[He falters, just for a moment, but manages not to stumble over the keys. Then, he does look down at his hands. He frowns.]

A long time ago. I learned to play for someone I cared about very much. So that I could be more than just a weapon for her to use.

[polterguide]

[It doesn’t take long for Bailey to figure out who, exactly, Red Wine means. He hasn’t mentioned his Master Attendant much asides from the conceptual - she existed, he worked for her. That was about it.]

Was she a fan of the arts, then?

[judgementor]

You could say that. She was a noble lady. She knew how to embroider, and play the piano and the harp, and how to dance.

[He isn't sure that she really enjoyed learning those things, but it was expected of her.]

I used to sit and listen to her play. She found it amusing.

[polterguide]

Very respectable.

[They stand up, walking over to sit next to Red Wine and watch his hands.]

Is she the one who taught you?

[judgementor]

Mm.

[The composition grows more complicated and he dents his lower lip lightly with his teeth for a moment. Then, he smiles.]

I insisted. And now it's... something that reminds me of her.

[polterguide]

[They keep their eyes on the keys, settling their hands in their lap. Their ears swivel for a moment, perking up, before drooping again.]

Anything else she taught you? She sounds like a very fancy lady - did you have to take etiquette classes?

[They want to keep things on the lighter side, not... Dwell on the fact that she’s gone.]

[judgementor]

No, no, I came to her more or less as I am.

[Poise and refinement completely intact.]

When a Food Soul is summoned, we often reflect the wants of the summoner... either consciously or not. She wanted a Food Soul who would be the antithesis to the one summoned by her beloved.

[polterguide]

What, did she hate the Food Soul they summoned or something?

[But... Huh. They press their lips together, brow furrowing.]

But does that mean... If you were to, like... Die and get resummoned you could be a completely different person?

[judgementor]

I wouldn't say she hated him, exactly. She didn't appreciate his personality. Nor did I.

[He shrugs slightly as his fingers continue to move over the piano keys.]

It's very difficult to kill a Food Soul. I'm not even certain we can die in the way that humans understand death.

[polterguide]

[Huff.]

Saying someone doesn't appreciate someone else sounds like a very polite way to say she thought this other Food Soul was a total tool. Did he at least get on with his own master?

[A Food Soul that's the complete opposite of Red Wine...

They wonder, but they're not going to ask.]

Mm... Probably. I mean, your entire experience in general isn't probably something a human could understand - being summoned as a fully conscious and developed person is a lot different from being born and growing up, so it's an entirely different experience from the get go. [A beat.] I definitely can't say I understand what it must've been like.

[judgementor]

Yes, of course he did. And she was right.

[Steak is, of course, a total tool. Madam thought so, Red Wine had immediately thought so, and he had seen little over their time together to really show otherwise. The few redeeming qualities that he has don't really make up for it.

He smiles and lets out a little chuff of laughter.]

I have memories from long before I was summoned. We don't simply appear, we're only given a physical form.

[polterguide]

[Well, that just about confirms it. They let out a soft, amused huff, shaking their head.]

I imagine the two of you often agreed on things like that?

[They blink, head cocking.]

Oh. Huh. Can you... Do anything without a physical form? Like talk to people or anything?