AFD!Nora, groaning at the dining table as her scroll buzzes, pushing it away: C'mon Yang it's not my faaaaault.
AFD!Ren, turning from the stove, raising an eyebrow: Oh? What's happened love?
AFD!Nora, laying on the table, sighs: I went to the gym with Yang earlier today, and we took some before and after workout selfies together.
AFD!Ren, carefully sliding a diced onion into a pan, letting it begin to sizzle: Of course, as you do.
AFD!Nora, sighing, dragging her finger along the table: Well ever since then her scroll has been blowing up since she's getting a bunch of comments on it asking about me.
AFD!Ren, nodding, adding a chopped pepper to the stirfry: About you? Are they nice comments?
AFD!Nora, awkwardly: Wellll, they sure aren't mean, but I don't think nice is the word for em either.
AFD!Ren, shaking his head, mixing the vegetables together as he adds in a few spices: Ah, those types of comments. I'm sorry dear, and I'm sorry to Yang she's got to deal with it as well.
AFD!Nora, a half-bothered laugh: Yeah. No. If anything she's jealous.
AFD!Ren, carefully sliding the vegetables off onto a plate off to the side, a small chuckle: Hmph, oh Yang, oh Yang. How many followers does she have?
AFD!Nora, picking up her scroll, sliding her finger through a flurry of messages and images: Hmmmmm, ah here. Oh wow a few thousand.
AFD!Ren, impressed, laying down small chunks of meat into the pan: Well, impressive. She must be quite the cult leader.
AFD!Nora, rolling her eyes: No she just posts a bunch of pics of her in her workout outfits and every thirsty guy and gal on Remnant flock to her. Though, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't sort of interesting, having so many people like the way you look.
AFD!Ren, nodding, after a minute or two of silently watching the meat cook her picks up the plate of vegetables and returns them to the pan, quickly mixing the two together, breaking the silence: Maybe you should make an account then, it seems you'd be quick to make a following, I'm sure Yang would promote you too.
AFD!Nora, perking up in her seat, unsure: I don't know Ren...I mean, would you be okay with-
AFD!Ren, turning to face Nora for the first time in the conversation, sternly: I'm more not okay with the fact you'd even consider me to be the type to not be okay with it.
AFD!Nora, her head spinning from the circle of a sentence: Care to say that again in normal?
AFD!Ren, shakes his head with an amused smile, turning back to the stove: Make an account, build a following, if it boosts your confidence and makes you feel better, great! If not, you can simply delete it.
AFD!Nora, pondering for a bit, then reaches out for her scroll: Okay, yeah. Yeah I think I'll give it a shot.
AFD!Ren, teasingly: If you become famous just don't forget who's taken care of you for the past...Oh? Little over a decade.
AFD!Nora, tapping away, setting an app to download, teasing back: Oh? I can't quite think of their name. I think it was Ben?
AFD!Ren, dryly: Well maybe Ben can feed you tonight.
AFD!Nora, in a panic: WAIT BABE NO I LOVE YOU.