[ Claude laughs a little, mirth dancing in his eyes. ]

Oh, a cooking competition. I can only imagine what monstrosity you made to earn her affections so -- unless she shared your sweet tooth and was wowed by, what, an ice cream sundae doused in hot fudge and sugar syrup? Maybe twenty or thirty maraschino cherries on top?

[ He'll continue winding Manjiro up for as long as he'll let him. ]

And what of your twin girls? I'm sure you dress them in matching outfits and trot them all around the local school. Straight A students, I assume. And devoted rule followers.