Appreciation without something ridiculous attached, like maid outfits.

[ He heaves a sigh just as he brings the straw to his mouth again, resulting in his drink bubbling up; visual representation of his ire because he's still mad about that. ]

At least the work is worth it here. We'll have a good deal to take back with us and put into storage. I like crab well enough, too. It's versatile, so you can make a number of different dishes with it.

[ Ultimately, Yzak is easy with food: soldier life has taught him that sometimes rations have to do the trick and he can't complain about it. But when he can, he does love to indulge in something bougie and tasty.

Once Dearka's task is finished, he peeks over his shoulder at him and nods, appreciative. ]

Thank you.

[ And then he climbs to his feet, crossing one arm over his chest and hooking the other one under it to hold it in place and stretch it out. He swaps after a few beats, warming up because he IS taking this volley ball game very seriously!! (too seriously, calm the fuck down, sir) ]

You better make sure you're ready! I'm not accepting a loss, here!