"No, you are not." Lucina declared, recoiling from the advancing Severa. She held her brother defensively against her chestn ealy crushing him from the pressure.
"Way to kill the fun, Luci." Severa complained, "I just wanted to see the look on his tiny face."
"I'm not explain to my mother how you fed Morgan to the Shepherds."
"Maybe she won't be mad if you tell her that it would make them stronger."
Lucina sent another death glare in Severa's direction.
"Relax Luci," she spoke up, "I have kitchen duty today anyway, so if you're still feeling skittish, feel free to join me."
Lucina closed her fist around Morgan, making sure not to grip to tightly, but her actions were still enough to earn a frightened yelp from the shrunken boy.
The mercenary sighed, signaling for Lucina to follow. They headed towards the kitchen, both grateful that no one was around.
Morgan was dropped off on a nearby counter as Severa and Lucina dug around the room for ingredients.
"How about a stew?"
"No."
"Too bad, that's all we can make until we see the merchant again."
"Alright, fine," Lucina conceded, forcing open a crate of vegetables.
Morgan sat on the side, somewhat relieved that their attention was diverted for at least a few minutes of rest. But it didn't last as long as the giant grouch made her way towards him under Lucina's watchful glance.
"Make yourself useful and start cutting the carrots," Severa ordered, dropping a carrot that easily dwarfed Morgan. She dug around her pockets until she found a small knife suitable enough for the tiny tactician to cut with, albeit while expending way more effort than it was worth.
"It's small, and kinda pathetic," Severa stated, "so it should suit you pretty well."
Morgan sighed as he gripped the blade with both arms, finding it difficult to even do that as the blade itself, while a measly two inches, was still taller than him. It kept him occupied long enough as he listened to the two talk while the stew cooked. And when it was all done, all Morgan had to show for it was a half a carrot cut into thin slices.
His stomach dropped as a familiar shadow descended on him again.
"That's all?" the voice criticized. "Whatever, it will do."
Severa cupped the carrots into her hand and swiftly dropped it into the pot. Right after, the two girls slowly began to pour the food into bowls, working quickly to set up the first serving.
"Hey Lucina, could you start passing out the bowls? I'll wash out the pot."
The lord nodded and grabbed two nearby bowls, leaving the room and forgetting her shrunken brother. And for a quick moment, it seemed like Severa paid no mind to the now helpless tactician at her mercy.
Slowly, Severa creeped over to Morgan, placing her hands on her hips.
"Well, since your sister's not here. I guess it wouldn't hurt to put in my... secret ingredient."
Morgan went pale right before he was forced back upside down, losing any sense of comfort now that Lucina wasn't around. It didn't take a genius to figure out what came next as the shrunken tactician was hanging helplessly above a single bowl.
"Hopefully whoever it is just doesn't shovel it down their throat." Severa taunted.
The first thing Morgan noticed was the heat. He counted himself lucky that it wasn't scalding. He splashed against the liquid. And once he reached the surface he was forced back down by a deftly peeled potato.
He held onto the slice as the Severa carried out the bowl, pushing him down to hide him as she placed the bowl.
When Morgan resurfaced, he was mortified once he realized it was...
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