"I'll pick and choose the information I give. If it's too much, then just forget it,"
"Deal," he accepted without a second thought.
In what universe would he get her to answer all his questions? Perhaps in one where he was stronger, but in this one, he was far weaker than Freya.
"Alright, chef. What is it you want to know?"
Emery had already thought out all the questions beforehand. There would be no pausing to think of more. These weren't necessarily questions about Freya, but things like all the details Hemp had been leaving out.
Those were the kinds of questions he would be asking, but he had to ease into those first.
"Where are you from exactly? No vague details that I won't be able to know."
The woman seemed happy enough to answer that first one.
