Hm? [Nero, trying his best not to look proud of himself for having finally mastered his craft, followed Lucina to Nico and found his sappy smile was already being ruined by Nico grabbing a napkin to wipe her chin off.]

Seriously, Nico? You got no table manners. [He had a lot of nerve saying that after that one balcony dinner--]

Can it, ya' danged sap. Just got the pipes mixed up.

[Sitting down, Nero couldn't help but notice Sully's scrutiny and Chrom's ideal, guest-like behavior. The real surprise of the evening would be the last mention of an important channel--something he knew would clinch everything in his favor.

A whole channel, just for wrestling.]

Somethin' the matter, mother? [For the life of him, he was trying. The amount that they clashed, he had to ask for advice from a few of the wandering attendants in the castle on how to refer to his future mother-in-law to avoid fights and that word was one he was still chewing on, suffice to say.

He even briefly stole a glance at Lucina, trepidation in his eyes, as if he were letting her know it was coming first. Nico coughed... choked into her napkin.]

I also got hashed potatoes if you want.