Yeah, I think that about sums it up. And waiting around's not something I've ever been very good at.
[ A weary agreement, since even if they wanted to know more about that method (which Claude certainly does) it's not like they'll be allowed to get close and look at it. Or observe any other summonings to see what that might tell them; they're rather firmly relegated to trying to find their own way here. With a supposedly gentle encouragement to join the military that feels more like a heavy hint than anything else, and one he'd rather get away from at the first chance.
That's neither here nor there and something to think about later compared to when Cassidy points out the race is on the verge of drawing to a close. Claude lifts a hand to his face to shade his eyes against the sun while squinting to look for their chosen competitors. They're still out there in the front and seem to be tied even as they hop from log to log, and it seems like it'll be a tense finish right down to the last second - until Claude's guy seemed to run out of energy just as the sprint started, allowing Cassidy's lady to take a clear lead and finish triumphantly. ]
See, I knew she'd be the one to beat! [ No bitterness in that whatsoever; it'd been an entertaining way to kill some time and even came with the bonus of learning a bit more about where Cassidy was from, so it was still a win in Claude's book. ] Well, looks like I owe you a plate of something from the mess hall as a placeholder for a better bet someday. I'd say your choice, but if I'm honest - I don't even know what some of the food is so it was always gonna be your choice anyway.
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[ A weary agreement, since even if they wanted to know more about that method (which Claude certainly does) it's not like they'll be allowed to get close and look at it. Or observe any other summonings to see what that might tell them; they're rather firmly relegated to trying to find their own way here. With a supposedly gentle encouragement to join the military that feels more like a heavy hint than anything else, and one he'd rather get away from at the first chance.
That's neither here nor there and something to think about later compared to when Cassidy points out the race is on the verge of drawing to a close. Claude lifts a hand to his face to shade his eyes against the sun while squinting to look for their chosen competitors. They're still out there in the front and seem to be tied even as they hop from log to log, and it seems like it'll be a tense finish right down to the last second - until Claude's guy seemed to run out of energy just as the sprint started, allowing Cassidy's lady to take a clear lead and finish triumphantly. ]
See, I knew she'd be the one to beat! [ No bitterness in that whatsoever; it'd been an entertaining way to kill some time and even came with the bonus of learning a bit more about where Cassidy was from, so it was still a win in Claude's book. ] Well, looks like I owe you a plate of something from the mess hall as a placeholder for a better bet someday. I'd say your choice, but if I'm honest - I don't even know what some of the food is so it was always gonna be your choice anyway.