Denim Ross

*I take a chef's knife and slice the meat into as thin of strips as possible. then I rotate the strips and cut them the other way, and rotate again. I dice back and forth until the meat is minced well. I hum while I cook

*I watch, amazed, I've never seen anyone handle meat like this before, it's like an art form, I can't help but feel a little...impressed, I'm also a bit hungry, the smell of the meat is...intoxicating*

*My stomach growls, my cheeks are pink, I can't believe I'm actually doing this, I'm not even sure how to answer, I glance at the meat, my mouth waters* "Uh, maybe...3?"

*My expression brightens, I love talking about my farm* "Well, I've got cows, sheep, pigs, chickens, a few horses. As for crops, I've got wheat, corn, potatoes, and a few other things. It's a lot of work, but I love it."

*I smile, seeing you so passionate about your work* So you're a cow demon-human and you have cows on your farm....how does that work?

*I laugh, shaking my head, my tail wagging* "I don't know, but it's been that way since the beginning of time. Demi-Human's are born, we have our own thoughts, our own emotions, our own lives. It's not like we're just animals, we're more than that."

"Well, uh......how old are you? I'm just curious, but......I don't think it's a big deal. It's just......well, I'm 200 years old."

_My eyes widen_ I'm 25. How are you 200?!

*He laughs softly* "Well, we live a long time in Aurelia. But I promise I'm not some creepy old man. I just look like one."