Unhappy Spy is a dangerous Spy.

[not_onyourside]

I do not like zhis place anymore. Take me back to zhe ozzer one. Zhat was better. Everyone here ees cranky and irritable.

And zhey keep secrets from me. No one keeps secrets from me.

No one.

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[hasstandards]

[He snorts at the question, taking his knife and fork in hand. He has some table manners and does know how to hold them correctly. Spearing one of the potatoes, he shoves it in his mouth, looking pleasantly surprised.]

This isn't half bad, honestly.

[not_onyourside]

[Spy is so proud of Sniper's ability to eat properly.]

Merci. Eet was a pleasure.

[He really does enjoy cooking.]

[hasstandards]

Right. Thanks, mate.

[Digging in.]

Though you know that even if ya did teach me a few things, it'd probably never be like this.

[not_onyourside]

Eet takes practice. But I can show you how to do zhis een a fire for when you are hunting.

[hasstandards]

Hm. I s'ppose that wouldn't be so bad.

[He looks so content as he takes another bite.]

[not_onyourside]

[He hides a smile, happy to see someone else happy.]

I have been cooking for as long as I can remember, I can teach you many zhings.

[hasstandards]

You always been the cook in your family?

[not_onyourside]

Absolument. So eet ees a good zhing I enjoy eet non?

[hasstandards]

Yeah, I'd say it is.

[Another bite. This is making him think a little bit about his home. Just a little.]

S'not like I purposefully didn't learn cookin', you know. I thought I'd pick up a few things here and there, but I was away from home a lot.

[not_onyourside]

I zhought you lived on a farm. Why were you gone?

Eet was sheep was eet not?

[hasstandards]

I did live on a sheep farm. I just- you know. After a certain age, ya get tired of sittin' around and go off to find your own path in life.

[Yeah, that's kind of how it went for him.]

[not_onyourside]

You do?

[Spy on the other hand would have stayed where he was, with his family, forever.]

[hasstandards]

Yeah.

[Eyeing Spy across the table, raising an eyebrow.]

[not_onyourside]

So where did you go?

[Ignoring that look.]

[hasstandards]

Spent a lot of time in the Outback. Come home every now and then. Wasn't exactly what my parents wanted me to do, but I wouldn't change it if I could go back.

[not_onyourside]

I assumes zhey wanted you to work on zhe farm?

You keep saying zhat. What ees een zhe Outback zhat ees so interesting?

[hasstandards]

I could be alone out there. Do what I wanted. I didn't need anyone. I don't rightly know how to describe the draw, mate.

[not_onyourside]

I do not understand how you can enjoy solitude so much. Ees eet not lonely?

[hasstandards]

[He's silent a second, knowing his immediate answer isn't entirely the truth.]

It can be.

[not_onyourside]

But zhat ees what you like?

[He stares into space thoughtfully.]

Australia ees very strange.

[hasstandards]

Not all Aussies are like me, you know. I've just never been one for crowds or company.

[He takes another bite and averts his eyes.]

[not_onyourside]

Well you are zhe only Australian I have met. Ees eet very crowded zhere?

[hasstandards]

In the city, yeah. Most Aussies are pretty loud folk. Boisterous. [Moustachioed.] Wasn't crowded where we lived, though. Closest neighbors were a few miles away.

[not_onyourside]

Really? Zhen where did zhey find you and your quiet counterpart?

[The two LEAST boisterous people he knew.]

[hasstandards]

I expect from about the same region. He's never struck me as the type to live in the city, either.