"Certainly." She rummaged until she found a pan and a knife that met her standard for sharpness. She sniffed the bottle of olive oil, "uhm this will do nicely."
She investigated Roland's oven before attacking the steaks with a flip of the knife.
"I do not intend to die simply because a man says that it is likely. We shall all die that is a certainty." She said as she sliced meat. "But... how you die and when all depend on an infinite number of variables, you must know this!?" She gestured with the knife but it was not quite a question.
The Any Topic Guild
I will find you... on Gaia! :D
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