The vibe check gets dropped, which says something in and of itself. Pyrrha lets it, not applying pressure where it's not wanted so early in something half-information exchange half-not a date. Neither of those need that kind of pressure. He got real with Pyralis, but Chrollo's still playing in the kiddie pool with her. For some reason, he won't touch Duty or her husband. Why?

"I heard Palebloods got really into baking last June," Pyrrha says, "Baking competition and everything. Blood effects kicked it off, so it might be more difficult without that to get things going. Still, given the right circumstances, you could get it going."

She talks while working one handed—opening the spices, shaking them onto the laid out crabs and working them in. Once they're all on there, she even sears them slightly, so they don't come off in the water. Not proper cooking technique by everyone's standards, but spend enough centuries to reach millennia on the battlefield, and you adapt a lot.

The crabs don't all fit in the pot at once, which has almost reached boiling, so it'll be batch work. Pyrrha listens to Chrollo. "People have a lot more buttons than fear, if you want to use emotions, and emotions aren't the only tools out there," she says. "Fear's a pain in the ass once it roots itself into people. The sky could fall and kill us any day. That's great, Bob. How about we lay the next layer of concrete instead of you trying to kill Dick over there. He's not ending the world."

Not that fear's the worst. No, some people want to save everyone— or every dog. Real life doesn't work like that.