[He doesn't think he is. He does all the cooking for the house, but it's not like he's Porcoline or anything. He's just someone trying to follow in Porcoline's footsteps.]
Po... [He pauses, corrects himself.] My old man was a chef. He taught me how to bake, so I cook for one of the clinics in town. The biggest one.
[Mostly bread. Sometimes soup. He rubs his neck and averts his gaze for a moment. Ever since being killed, he'd decided on a few things, but...this is the first time he's called Porcoline his dad.]
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[He doesn't think he is. He does all the cooking for the house, but it's not like he's Porcoline or anything. He's just someone trying to follow in Porcoline's footsteps.]
Po... [He pauses, corrects himself.] My old man was a chef. He taught me how to bake, so I cook for one of the clinics in town. The biggest one.
[Mostly bread. Sometimes soup. He rubs his neck and averts his gaze for a moment. Ever since being killed, he'd decided on a few things, but...this is the first time he's called Porcoline his dad.]