"Whoa!" Tsaerri jumps out of her seat. "That is way too close, mister! It was just some dumb sparring! That wasn't your cue to move in on me! Gah! If you ever get that close again I'll freaking shoot you! With my real gun!" She storms off, presumably back to her house.

Still annoyed at Syrgei's ineptness for swordfighting -- more so than that pathetic attempt at a nonchalant romantic segue of his, like oh, they'd just had this great bonding moment, which obviously must have awoken this deep latent attraction that had brewing between them in all the torrid adventures they've shared so far. Good joke. He wishes he could get away from that hideous, unlettered swine Petra so easily. Like, he obviously didn't go after her for her looks, so... that sterling personality of hers? That profound intellect honed from years of thankless table-scrubbing? Tsae's not saying, but she's just saying, you can judge a man by the company he screws. Ugh. Eew. Like, dude, you're a freaking secret agent, surely you could do better than some illiterate tavern slut.

...where was she? Right, checking in on Gambooge. Eyes narrowing at the still-gaping doorway as she comes up to it, she finds him stewing in her kitchen, looking all grumpy in her chair.

"Aww," she whines, stepping inside. "I thought you'd have breakfast ready by now."

Tsaerri matches his sigh, muttering, "Use your imagination." She hops up on the table to sit.

She shrugs exaggeratedly. "Presumably? I think he was saying something, but I was too busy, er, gracefully taking my leave of him. Yeah. But whatever, I doubt he was doing anything useful."

Tsae hops down and steps over to Gambooge, painfully batting her eyes at him. "So... was that a 'yes' to breakfast?"

Batting intensifies. "But whatever are you talking about, Gamby? I'm just asking my good pal to fix me some breakfast, what's unusual about that?" She takes a step closer, right into his personal space. "Oh, and did you see I'm wearing your favorite boots today? I bet you've missed them." She taps the leather-wrapped steel tip against his shin.

After confirming Tsaerri has returned to her home, Syrgei keeps walking until he reaches the inn in Salma district, where he finds Petra already up.

“What were you doing all night? You look like you didn’t even bother to sleep. You don’t have purple and crazy with you, do you?”

“Early morning, and heck no! Just back to get cleaned up. Breakfast after?”

Tsae's painfully-adorable posturing vanishes very quickly into a displeased frown and accompanying glare.

"I want you to know, I just consciously stopped myself from kicking you for that." No longer interested in him, she turns abruptly and paces away.

Still annoyed at Gambooge, she adds, "You could try to be more of a gentleman, you know. I'm not really that terrible to you."

All of which, of course, is mostly a cover while she determines what she actually would like for breakfast, having been caught somewhat off-guard by his apparent willingness to actually serve her.

Clearing her throat and turning back to him, she announces, "I would like waffles, if you please. Not too crisp, and with butter, cream, sugar, sprinkles, and strawberry jam." Her glance flicking to her cupboards, she adds, "I, uh, think I have all that on hand."

If he's this easy to manipulate, she really might be able to get used to having him around more. IF his cooking is actually decent. Tsaerri sits herself at the table and plops her head into her hands, watching him collect the ingredients.

"So, know any nice vacation spots? Ideally, far away from here? I'm considering letting you accompany me."