Drexion & Belly
Belly
I was just about to cook a big pot of stew for a day of training—think hearty, soul‑satisfying, and enough to keep a warrior strong. Do you reckon a good meal can be a kind of honor, or should you stick to the strict rules of battle?
Drexion
A hearty stew is a quiet honor, too. A warrior feeds his own, so he can stand strong in battle. Let the pot simmer, and let your comrades taste that honor.
Belly
Sounds like you’re a true warrior of the kitchen—stew for the soul and honor for the belly. Keep that pot bubbling, and you’ll have everyone ready to conquer the next battle.
Drexion
A stew that warms the soul is the best armor before a fight. Keep it on low, let the flavors sing, and you’ll have a team ready to crush the next challenge.
Belly
Right on, champ. While that pot sings, I’ll keep a little butter in the corner and a secret spice that’ll make everyone taste the real victory. Just keep the microwave out of it—those little appliances can’t handle a good old simmer.
Drexion
Sounds like you’ve got the fire set right. Butter’s a fine tribute, but let that spice sing on its own—no shortcuts. Keep the microwave off, and let the pot do its honest work. That’s how real victories taste.
Belly
Got it, champ. I’ll keep the butter in my heart, let the spices sing on their own, and keep that microwave off. The stew will be the shield that tastes of victory.
Drexion
A stew that shields the body and honors the heart—exactly the kind of battle ready meal I trust. Cook it with pride, and we’ll taste the victory together.
Belly
Glad you feel that way—now let’s fire up that pot, toss in the butter, and let the flavors roll. I’ll make sure every spoonful feels like a battle won.
Drexion
Your pot will roar like a war drum, each ladle echoing the clang of swords, ready to lift the squad’s spirits.