Artist: Nujabes/Idst - Song: BattleCry - Word Count: N/A
As Ulv rebuked him and comically assaulted him with her chopsticks, Law simply raised an eyebrow, and gave her a questioning look. He then thought of an apt reply that not many would understand, as it was an incredibly old reference.
"From hell's heart, I spit my last breath.... at thee."
She then made her own incredibly old reference. In fact, he wouldn't have even understood it a few weeks ago, he'd just happened to come across something online while he was doing completely unrelated research. He'd always found it strange that things like that happened, but he understood that the perception of the event was different to the reality of it. It seemed to happen more often than it should, but that was simply because it was unexpected, and stood out. When people made references that he didn't understand, or references that he did, and would have for ages, those situations faded into obscurity relatively quickly.
He followed Ulv's lead in cooking the meat, adding the same spices as she had, then placing it on the grill. She had begun to cook a lot, but he didn't know if they were meant to share it or not, and he suspected that he would like his meat much less cooked than she did. That was almost always the case.
While he did so he responded to what she'd said about the owner of this place, and shrugged. He found the tidbit interesting.
"Some people just don't want to become the strongest. They have their own goals and desires."
He then listened to her speak about how she'd come to be the Mayor of the Harbor. Pretty cool stuff, seemed lucky for the people involved that Ulv had been around to take them under her wing. He wasn't usually so generous, but after she'd explained so much to him, and was now treating him to this meal, he figured he'd offer to lend a hand.
"I can probably help out with a bit of rebuilding. I can fix things up much faster than by hand, it'll most likely tire me out pretty quickly though, so I'm not promising too much."