Nadeline let out a somewhat irritated sigh, as if she had been the one insulted. Honestly, the prospect of gaining allies SHOULD have been a good thing, although she knew that while she personally enjoyed Grant being around, she was well aware that the rest of the group wouldn't. However, she had expected this from Jaakuna, Emiri, even Wesley (who she applauded for putting up with him), she actually expected this least from someone who had technically been in the same boat. Still, even Savayna's less than amusing nickname was getting on her nerved. She kept on eating, if only because she knew if she had a moment's reprieve she'd want to tear Savayna a new one.

Grant looked at the general with a rather blank expression. "[b]I just said I [i]can[/i] cook.[/b]" He replied slowly, though he did pause thoughtfully. "[b]Does that mean in Archadia the men are the ones who are expected to cook for the family?[/b]"

The blonde haired girl nearly choked on her food. Apparently Grant had either ignored the insult or completely missed it. And judging by his now rather curious expression, she was pretty sure it flew right over his head. 

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The shower took a little longer than she had expected. Besides the obvious intentions, the actual bathing was somewhat difficult to pull off between Jaakuna's strenuous bathing techniques that both intrigued her and put her to shame (exactly how many times does he wash and rinse his hair?), her own embarrassment of him watching her shower (which was weird, considering they had just done it and she had no qualms of his lips all over her body) and the suggestion that they soap one another up (it almost led to another session, though by whatever miracle they managed to contain themselves). Eventually, she decided to end it when he thought it'd be funny to suddenly turn the water all the way to freezing as she was finally rinsing herself off. The two exited the shower, now clean, though the mirrors were cloudy and the bathroom was hot. She hummed lightly as she dried herself, and she was half tempted to suggest that they dry each other. Alas, time was ticking, so to not take the risk of being interrupted (and surprised no one came knocking while they were in the shower) she tucked that thought for another day.

Making sure to dry herself properly, Emiri strained her hair to get rid of any excess water into the sink as she continued to hum. Once done, she took her brush and began hacking through her hair, attacking whatever tangles lingered until her hair was smooth. She threw a towel over her head as she put on her boots, and towel dried her hair until she deemed it good enough. Her stomach let out a growl of protest, most likely because it was probably past breakfast time. She then paused, wrapping a towel around her body as she rummaged through her bag for clothes. She pulled out a somewhat frilly, off the shoulder white [url=http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/1108145-bigthumbnail.jpg]dress[/url] and pulled it over her head.

"[b]Ready.[/b]" She yawned slightly.