Joker: Flora, do you have a moment? I have something I've wanted discuss for a very long time.

Flora: ...Huh? W-what is it...?

Joker: I always believed I ought to keep it to myself. But I can no longer hold it back, I've reached my limit. I'll make things clear today.

Flora: ...

Flora: W-what? What is it that you want to say...?

Joker: ...Flora, I've seen through your feelings for me.

Flora: ...

Flora: W-whaaat!? What!? WHAT!? Wait... wait a minute! No! NO! This is too much! This is way too sudden!

Joker: It's quite unlike you to react that way. So, it seems you are aware.

Flora: Huh?

Joker: Flora... I know how you feel about me. You...

Flora: How I feel about you...

Joker: You hate me, don't you?

Flora: Excuse me?

Joker: Just say it. I can feel the malice you exude toward me. When I said I've reached my limit, I meant that I'm fed up with your harassment.

Flora: Hate you? There's... there's no way I could...

Joker: Don't lie. You always pile a huge helping of mushrooms on my plate.

Flora: Eh? Ah, is that so... Are you sure you're not imagining it?

Joker: I'm positive. You know that I hate mushrooms, so you're just hoping to get a rise out of me, is that it?

Flora: You... you hate mushrooms? But I was sure you...

Joker: Anyway, you'd better not do it anymore. I'm serious.

Flora: W-wait... Joker, wait up!!

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Flora: Joker! Since when did you hate mushrooms?

Joker: Hm? Why, from the day I was born.

Flora: That can't be right! You said it yourself... when you shared that mushroom meal with Master Kamui, back in the past. You said, "I adore mushrooms." So... I've always made sure to...

Joker: ...Ah, so that's how it was. I said that because Master Kamui was happily savoring the meal. If I had shown my disgust, it would have dragged down my master's enjoyment as well.

Flora: Ah...

Joker: I've never been able to stand mushrooms. Even today, as I walked around the marketplace, I felt as though I was going to be sick from the mere stench.

Flora: I-I see. I never knew... I'm so sorry...

Joker: No, I should apologize as well. It seems it was a trifling misunderstanding. Forgive me for my rudeness earlier.

Flora: It's fine. Then, for future reference, what do you like?

Joker: Let's see. If were to say, then I'd say that I'm in love with F--

Flora: !? Flora!?

Joker: What? Did you say something just now?

Flora: N-n-n-n-no! It was nothing, never mind!

Joker: I'd say I'm quite in love with fruits in general.

Flora: F-fruits in general, you say... O-okay... Then next time, when we have a lot of slices of fruits left over, I'll give you a larger share.

Joker: There's no need to do that. What are you plotting at?

Flora: I-I'm not plotting anything... it's just... you know, to make up for all this time...

Joker: ...I see. But, when there are leftovers, they should be distributed to the rest of the army. Our campaign is ever growing more perilous. Our soldiers cannot fight on empty stomachs.

Flora: Oh, um... yeah, you're right...

Joker: In order for the rest of the army to properly be able to bring out their energy, we serve as butler and maid. Let us continue to work together to achieve that. I have faith in you. I think you are the model of competence. As servants of equal standing, there are many things about you that I respect. As long as you are here, I feel reassured.

Flora: ...

Joker: What is it?

Flora: ...It's just so rare for you to be praising someone.

Joker: Praise? Pah! I merely spoke my thoughts.

Flora: ...Thank you. You're right... if I we don't keep things together, the rest of the army won't be able to bring out their best. Even more than ever, let us work together to ensure that going forward. I'll be leaning on you as well, Joker. As always, please take good care of me.