Ura Iolar
Slip stood in the kitchen, preparing for his attempt at teaching someone something. Especially how this person didn't eat, like at all. Absolutely bizarre.
Honestly, he didn't even know why he had offered this lesson to her, or even where this sudden surge of confidence came from. Normally, Slip was extremely nervous around people, unable to offer to do anything, and he was usually complete unconfident in his skills. But for some reason, he had managed to find the confidence to offer this class. So, here he was, about to try and teach a lesson to someone who doesn't even understand food. This was gonna be interesting.
To be honest, he mainly just wanted to see how Ura survived without eating and drinking. Obviously she did, or at least Slip thought she did. Whatever the case, he knew nothing about Lervon, despite all of those classes back in supersoldier training about the species of the Galaxy. Besides, all those classes were to learn how to effectively eliminate each species and memorize their weaknesses. He, of course, wouldn't mention this to Ura. It wasn't exactly a great talking point.
The shadow man stood off in the corner, not speaking, just watching. At least he wasn't making some snarky comment or something.
Someone's here.
The voice came and went suddenly, but Slip was already in action, turning towards the door. In the doorway, Ura was peeking in. Ura was perhaps one of the few people that ever noticed his existence. And, she was nearly as anxious and nervous as him, so at least he knew that she felt the same way as him.
"Ura, come on in. I'm just setting up for our... lesson? Is that what it can be called? Whatever the case, I managed to secure the kitchens long enough for us to do... whatever this is." He waved to her.
"Get accustomed to the kitchen and where everything is, I'm almost done setting up."