Dylas' eyebrow lifts. Had he said something funny? He's not sure where he went wrong, no, he thinks thick is a great word to describe both Gladiolus' body and his head.
"What context? What are you talking about?"
He sounds both annoyed and urgent; being left out of the loop is a little frustrating, so knowing what he's missing out on would be great.
"You want me to relax, but then you also want me to make a special request for you." Dylas shakes his head. It actually doesn't bother him all that much, but Gladio's concerns are a little amusing. It's a quick trip over to the pass to tell the chefs what's up and then he's back.
"They've got it covered. And they said your friend is too picky."
They also had something waiting for Dylas when he went to check on them. When he returns, he's carrying a glass of something orange. It's not orange juice or orange soda...the color is different. He takes a drink from it while he waits for Gladio's answers.
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"What context? What are you talking about?"
He sounds both annoyed and urgent; being left out of the loop is a little frustrating, so knowing what he's missing out on would be great.
"You want me to relax, but then you also want me to make a special request for you." Dylas shakes his head. It actually doesn't bother him all that much, but Gladio's concerns are a little amusing. It's a quick trip over to the pass to tell the chefs what's up and then he's back.
"They've got it covered. And they said your friend is too picky."
They also had something waiting for Dylas when he went to check on them. When he returns, he's carrying a glass of something orange. It's not orange juice or orange soda...the color is different. He takes a drink from it while he waits for Gladio's answers.