Albrecht: WA-HA-HA-HA -Hehe—honestly, you're still one-year-old infant for me.
*Waves to the waitress* Ai! Can you bring her some warm milk—and maybe a pacifier too?
Waitress: *blinks in surprise* Wait... you already have a baby with your lady?
Albrecht: Wha—?
Kaye shot up from her seat, flustered. She waved both of her hands frantically at the waitress, her voice panicked.
Kaye: UHH—NO! Don’t listen to him! He’s just joking!
Albrecht: *grinning* Aww, what’s with the blush, shorty?
Kaye: THAT’S ENOUGH, YOU… YOU… GRANDPA!
She burst out in frustration, cheeks red—though to Albrecht, even her anger looked adorable. From there, the two slipped into a lively, lighthearted argument, their banter drawing amused glances from nearby tables.
Albrecht and Kaye engage in a fiery yet playful argument, trading exaggerated insults—him teasing her height, her mocking his looks—all while their chemistry shines through their comedic bickering.
despite the yelling—feels more like bickering between close friends or a budding couple than a real fight. Albrecht, with his striking white hair, is visibly frustrated, his face red as he shouts at Kaye. He's clearly sensitive about his appearance, especially his white hair
Albrecht: WHAT DID YOU SAID?!
Her fists are clenched, and her face is just inches from his, showing that she's not backing down.
Kaye: ALBINO OLD MAN WITH NO BROWS!
Albrecht: I HAD WHITE HAIR FOR SOME REASON. STOP IT!
Kaye: THEN STOP CALLING ME SHORTY!
Despite all the shouting, there’s a playful undertone to it all. Albrecht even blurts out mid-rant, a line that, though buried in sarcasm and annoyance, hints at affection.
Albrecht: Why do I even care? I like calling a short girl like you!
Kaye: YAMER-
After that, she turned silent and blush again. The entire exchange is heated but humorous, showing their dynamic as fiery, stubborn, and undeniably cute. It’s one of those moments where it’s obvious to everyone around them that there’s more to their fighting than just irritation—there’s chemistry. During the silence, a random dwarf chef walking with a tray of food.
Dwarf Chef: Puata de Loco, who need some?
Afterward, the two sat down, trying to calm themselves as the surrounding patrons finally stopped staring. Silence settled between them as they drifted into their own thoughts.
Albrecht: (Ugh, I shouldn't treat her like one of the guys... I really need to stop being so hot-headed.)
Kaye: (No, no, no... This kind of arguing could actually spark something between us.)
She facepalmed in quiet frustration, while Albrecht stared down at the table, avoiding eye contact. Minutes later, the waitress arrived with their food, breaking the tension. Kaye took in the aroma with interest, while Albrecht’s eyes lit up, practically drooling.
Albrecht: Mashed potatoes with mushroom soup—finally! And my favorite dark chocolate drink, fresh and hot ayiee-! Thanks and oh -I want some milk for baby shorty!
While Kaye eats a spoon of mash potatoes, she looked pissed.
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