[The kitchen has been interesting since they started out, really -- minus the surprisingly ordinary initial selection of food when their dearest cult leader was hosting, anyway -- but this week it's basically turned into the most popular game of Russian Roulette known to man-and-other-kind.

Which absolutely means that Cid is dropping by to check it out whenever he's got the opportunity. One aspect of training your magic is being able to fortify your insides just as well as your outsides, after all.

Perhaps luckily, all he finds is the resident honor student presiding over a pot of mystery stew. Now... is this the part where he turns out to be a poison cook, or an honor student chef? Tiptoeing over for sniff recon.....]

Sure hope the ingredients aren't coming from down south. Who knows what they're doing to the crops down there at this point.

[He is lying. He would totally not mind human experimentation with dubiously edible Southern ingredients.]