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Free dinner - it was one of the perks of being young and poorly trained at everything. Marmion did not like feeling useless but at the same time, he was not keen on studying the things that Reynardine had tried to force upon him; he had kept himself safe from her so far, although her efforts came on many fronts. It was difficult to distinguish a potential lesson from a danger - from her, or from Marmion's uncles.

But he would accept the free dinner whenever it was offered. As one of Reynardine's success stories, he'd be doted on for a few more weeks at the very least. The older he got the less pleasant she would be with him (especially as he was so good at avoiding more lewd situations), but he would not know of this for some time.

That said, Marmion wanted to be of use. I can try to help, he all but whispered, and then shirked away from the sound of his own voice like the Eeyore-wannabe that he was.

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