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(rae asks lyriel responds warily) azrae “Do you need milk for your coffee?” lyriel “No, I'm fine.” (rae smiles lyriel huh) azrae “Speaking of milk!” lyriel “What?” azrae “Did you know that humans produce pretty much the same amount of milk as you, trueborn?” (lyriel blushing even more, surprised) lyriel “What? I don't... What?” azrae “You feed your babies with milk, right? And your men produce... Ah, let's say, man-milk.” (lyriel turns away in anger) lyriel “Don't be ridiculous! Of course we feed our babies with milk.” azrae “And did you know that humans produce roughly the same amount?” (lyriel head lower) lyriel “Why would I know that?” azrae “And that was my impression, dear. You do not appear, ah, very experienced.” (lyriel looks back at Rae) lyriel “I am experienced! But not like that!.. I mean...” azrae “Oh, it is perfectly fine, dear. Just wanted you to know.” (MC replies) “I can demonstrate.”: mainchar “I can demonstrate.” (lyriel looks at mc) lyriel “Demonstrate? Demonstrate what?” mainchar “The amount of man-milk the humans produce.” lyriel “Ew! No! What is wrong with you?! We are eating!” mainchar “Alright, fine, let's eat, then.” “The food's getting cold.”: mainchar “The food's getting cold. Let's eat.” (lyriel looks down at her food) lyriel “Yes! Let's eat!” (black screen) “You eat the food. Lyriel tries to maintain appearances, but fails.” (lyriel wide eyed, caught with mouth full of toast, a bit of it can't quite fit in, Rae is smirking at her) lyriel “Wha?..” azrae “Oh, nothing, dear. Enjoyed the meal?”