[Medivh scowled even more abundantly at that. Over and over, Francœur had shown himself to be absolutely nervous around him. It would be understandable in most cases, but Medivh's curiosity caused him to be more and more pushy as time passed. Letting this go would be something of an impossible dream of his.
So, he reached into one of his drawers, pulled out a plastic party cup and set it down on the charred table. He held his hand up and conjured water plain as day in the air, guiding it down into the cup. A paper plate was set down much the same way and in the air, Medivh conjured up a sweet roll, it coming into existence besides the water. Though it was plain, one could argue Medivh was not a chef. He would never be able to compare to Cook no matter how creative his mind was. Francœur likely wouldn't understand the sentiment.]
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So, he reached into one of his drawers, pulled out a plastic party cup and set it down on the charred table. He held his hand up and conjured water plain as day in the air, guiding it down into the cup. A paper plate was set down much the same way and in the air, Medivh conjured up a sweet roll, it coming into existence besides the water. Though it was plain, one could argue Medivh was not a chef. He would never be able to compare to Cook no matter how creative his mind was. Francœur likely wouldn't understand the sentiment.]
Will a snack relax you?