Challenges. Fai knows all too well that where war's concerned, that's the understatement of the year, even if their experiences may have been vastly different. Of course, fighting someone else's war when you can't even speak the language and you don't look like anyone else in the army and half the army's trying to get in your pants as a result may have been a little out of the ordinary.

He uses the edge of his knife to scrape everything from the cutting board into a pan and lights the burner. "Ah, that's okay!" Fai turns his head to grin at Devin over his shoulder. "Work doesn't have to be glamorous to be necessary. Cooking isn't especially glamorous but everyone needs to eat, don't they?"

A dash of this, a bit of that, and the smells coming from the sizzling pan are nothing short of mouth-watering. "If it helps, I'll keep imagining that you're a monster-slayer or a demon-hunter. That's a bit like pest control, isn't it?" The demons they'd encountered in Outo Country had certainly needed exterminating, even if they hadn't ended up being real at all.