[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Milo laughed a bit at the comment about him and girl scout cookies, to be fair, there was a box of samoas in the cupboard, but he wasn't gonna say it now. She patted his stomach, he had actually gained back a significant amount of mass since the accident, his upper body mostly, he probably had gained ten pounds or so from when he was last in competition, however it was muscle from his labor intensive job as well as his still ever present training, of all the things his physique was the last thing he was worried about yet still the blow landed all the same, [color=f26522]"Ow, my pride."[/color] He groaned sarcastically, as he pulled a drink out of the case as well before shutting the fridge. 

	Milo took a decent drink before setting down the bottle and taking out the knife, still placed within a leather sheathe, [color=f26522]"Yeah, I figured you would likely come with out one of these, so I figured this one would be a good one to have just in case."[/color] 

	Milo had been an apprentice smith for much of his childhood, originally from Texas his family had a horse ranch and smithing was just a trait that was needed on it, when they moved to Delta, they may not have needed to forge shoes and nails but the trade had stuck for him and he had been making blades for years. He and Ana had always had a love for the artistry of bladesmithing, and had tried to get Paige to take a knife as well, though it never took, but he never stopped trying. He held out the knife by the blade so she could take the handle if she wanted.

[@Pilatus]