How Green Becomes Wood

Soon enough, Dark, Daizi, and Ivy came back downstairs, very ready to eat. Dark stopped briefly in the kitchen to bring flatbread out while Daizi put Ivy in her high chair, saying, "Dinner smells really lovely."

"As I was telling you," Dark said entering the dining room, "Alec helped with it."
 
"Do not sell yourself short, you also sizzled the peppers," Dark said, "and you helped assemble it... and technically you did slicing, not chopping."

"You are so pedantic, my love," Daizi chuckled. "Are you feeling any better or worse, Xander?"
 
"Slicing is harder than chopping. It takes a lot more concentration," Alec agreed.

"I guess about the same," Xander said. In truth, he was struggling to tell, but he thought it might have gotten worse. Not by a lot, though, just a little. Maybe. Mostly, it just ached. Sometimes, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain, especially when he tried to so much as twitch his foot. He's strained and sprained his ankles before, but this felt worse than usual. Maybe he was just overreacting.
 
"And that is why I must correct you," Dark nodded, "You deserve the credit."

Daizi frowned slightly, shifting her food around with her fork, "Well, if it does get worse, you need to tell us. I'll be cross if I find out you are downplaying anything in a misguided attempt to spare our feelings."
 
"I'm sure it'll be better by tomorrow, and if it's not, I'll tell you," Xander promised, and he meant it. He really did think it'd be better, but if it wasn't, he didn't want to deal with it any longer than he had to.
 
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