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[flightsuit]

Sure, I guess that... makes sense. [Not really, but he's sure he'll make sense of it with time. Probably.]

All I'm saying is that I would just really like to know who you are based on this, on what I see now, who I'm meeting. I know from experience that it's best not to judge based on some old stories. I mean, they got dragons completely wrong, so I guess I'd just rather find out who you are based on the you now instead of whatever people have been cooking up about you for years. If that makes any sense.

[ikols]

I'm an exact duplicate I made of myself and I remember all the things he did, but it wasn't me that did them. Clearer?

[ hic. hiccc. ]

[flightsuit]

[Sigh.]

Yeah, I get that. It doesn't have to be spelled out.

[ikols]

You don't give off that impression. [ but he shrugs, sitting back as he finishes eating at last, leaving a number of plates for hiccup to foot the bill for. oops. godly appetite. ] If you're so desperate for deets, why don't we play a game?

[ yessss. ]

An old game. A question for a question, and the answers can't include embellishment or wordplay, nothing but the absolute truth. Up for it? The winner is the one who doesn't get stuck on a reply.

[flightsuit]

[He just stares at the plates with squinted eyes, not even having eaten anything himself. Somehow the idea of playing a game seems like an awful idea.]

A game, huh? And what does the winner get? Somehow making the loser pay for lunch looks like that's out of the question either way.

[ikols]

Just the distinction of being the winner, for now. [ gesturing with a hand. ] Go ahead, you first. Chop, chop!

[flightsuit]

[What does he have to lose then?]

Okay, I guess I'll start off simple. What's your favorite thing to eat then?

[ikols]

Bacon.

[ he's a pig for it, ordering it every single time the opportunity passes in a diner. ]

Am I a disappointment, compared to what you expected of me?

[ YOU CAME TO THE WRONG GAME, SON. ]

[flightsuit]

I wouldn't say it's a disappointment. Just a ... surprise. You're not exactly godlike. You're pretty normal.

[For the most part.]

I'm actually pretty impressed that you're a rather ordinary guy, to be honest. Even relieved, I guess.