"Not yet-- hey, that's mine!" Gourry interjected, threatening to pout as he watched Lina seize one of the turkey legs off of his plate. Well, he'd just have to do the same to her when the waitress brought her food. They shared just about everything else, but dinner was always a touchy subject.

"I was thinkin' of offerin' my services to people who can't fight so well," he went on to explain, sullenly lifting a biscuit from the basket at the center of the table and biting half of it clean off. "Fighting's what I'm best at! But now that you're here, we can check 'em out together, right?"