If I really wanted you out of it that badly, there are better ways to do it than just hoping a stomach ache gets you. I mean, you have me here in your kitchen cooking with you, after all.

[He'd never actually poison Crow, but come on, now. Logic! As for that request, he gives a sharp nod.]

Got it.

[Some fishing later, Rean emerges with a fork in one hand and a whisk held out for Crow in the other.]