His laughter was not missed, but Dante said nothing. If Nelo was trying to hide it, then it was sincere, and laughing at his expense was normal. He needed to encourage normal.

Dante missed half of the point and only sighed. "I already told you, I'm not your master. I'm Dante. If you need a title for me, just call me a friend."

Perhaps 'friend' wasn't the best word either, but was there a word for this complicated mess? 'Friend' was close enough. He looked at the cookbook, trying to discern what language it was in. Unless Nelo can speak kedanese, he may have just accidentally found out where some of the foreigners' stuff was.

"Huh, good to see something not written in the local language survived. I hope you didn't have to trade away anything too important for it." Or ended up in this world the same way they did. Either one. "Anyway, like I said, it's unhealthy. It's amazing you haven't dropped dead."