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He laughed softly as he wiped some sauce off of his hand "no, Marines. He isn't one of you. He definitely is roughly your size and build though"

"Good chef, would summoning him here be a possibility?"

"Could he be some sort of prototype to us? Like the Thunder Warriors that were used when the Emperor unified Terra."

"No, but he is probably old enough. I'll ask him to come by if he isn't busy. Don't forget. All three of you: NO FIGHTING"

Niedlich was humming a song as he waited for someone to order so he could serve the food.

"I will not forget that. I cannot speak for the Blood Angels, though."

"I will also abide by this rule."

"I, too, will honor this"

He pushed the door open and he stepped in "Mathius......you called?"

"These Astartes wanted to meet you"

"Uncle Drael" he smiled, waving to Drael, from the looks of his attire, he was up to baking madness again

"Fascinating."

Judging by the look on Haimon's face, he'd like to talk, Id say its more awe than anything else

Niedlich was watching Wish with his baking madness.
"So, you're the chef here??" He asked, kicking his feet.

He was sitting on top of a crate that had previously stored food in it, most likely.

"I actually just bake, but I am very much capable of cooking" he smiled "My father is the head chef, I dont do much cooking unless hes away.. or the Saiyans come in for their feast-" he said

"So much food, they eat so much-

Niedlich's eyes showed upset, but he forced a grin. "I can bake too." He said with a gentle voice. "My parents used to own a bakery and I learned from them."

"Ah, isnt that sweet.. hm.." he said "Ok, what else are you good at anyways?" He'd ask

Speaking of Saiyans, Tensai was passed out in a booth after doing a mukbang stream.

Niedlich counted on his own fingers. "I can clean, I can deliver packages, I know some alchemy, I can organize things, I can mix drinks, I can engineer.. And much more!" He smiled brightly. "Can you do anything else, or just bake?" He asked curiously.

"Oh god their back—" he mutters, physically shrinking

"Well, I guess Im not buch better at that type of thing, but Im a biologist of sorts"