Author Note: Well, I didn't expect people to like "Severa" that much. People seemed to like it quite a bit for a completely new and unknown writer, so I decided to publish a story I had been fleshing out the concept since a few days ago. This one will be longer, but also less serious, more lighthearted and with a primary focus on humour on relationships. A bit of a challenge for me to figure out, but I guess it'll be fun. I'm also shooting for one thousand words a chapter at least, so they feel at least fleshed out.

Stahl was the sort of lad who'd sacrifice a lamb so he wouldn't see his friends down or bickering between one another. That was the only thing that was out of the "average" zone from him. It'd been something he got used to doing, and it was just as natural to him as breathing was.

He was pretty sure nobody cared about it, it was average, just like him.

After training, he headed for the dining hall. If there was one thing no one could deny that was out of the average for Stahl, it was his appetite. He'd been the only person that managed to out-eat Vaike. And that was quite the accomplishment.

Chewing on the cabbage stew and baked potatoes that were on dinner today, Stahl spent most of his time looking at his comrades, identifying their tics, and what did they seem to mean. That was as natural for him as his heart beating was. He noticed a figure approach him with a black cloak and white hair, a book about strategy under her arm, and a mildly interested yet incredibly tired look on her face.

"Oh, hello, Robin."

"Hi, Stahl. Liking the cabbage stew?"

"It was your turn in the kitchen today, wasn't it? Yeah, it's pretty nice. Then again, I'm used to liking all sorts of food…"

"Thanks. Gods, it took so much time to get it right…"

"You alright?"

"I'm alright, thanks. I'm just so…" She scratched her ear. He knew it, she was tired. A little tic of Robin.

"Tired?"

"Yeah."

"Relax, take a few minutes to think about yourself. That helped with my dad when the family business was going through stormy waters."

"It's not like you do that a lot, Mr. Selfless."

"C'mon, there isn't much to focus on a guy whose life is incredibly average, so I just try to help everyone out."

"Heh. I know you're not average in something."

"What?"

"You always seem to know what people are thinking."

"That? Oh, everyone's got those little tics they do, and since I was a kid I've had an ability to see them, so it's actually pretty easy for me."

"That's actually pretty incredible."

"Meh, it's nothing."

They spent a few minutes in silence, chewing on the stew that lied in front of them, before Robin broke the quietness the two had developed in their table.

"Have you noticed how, since Chrom and Sumia got together, that part of the army's morale has increased?" Stahl noticed Robin had raised her shoulders, arched her eyebrows, and had this gleam on her eyes that made them seem shiny.

Even without his own ability of recognizing other's tics, Stahl knew she had a plan in mind, and it involved him somehow.

"Yeah, people just seem more relaxed now. Still, war seems to be brewing on the horizon, and from what Virion and Cherche told us, it's hell back there at Valm."

"Well, we're heading into the fire after all. We've got to keep our friends relaxed. And from the looks of it, the easiest way will be by getting them together with one another."

"That's actually pretty easy. From what it seems, there is at least someone who is in love with someone else but haven't made their move yet."

"Cordelia, for starters." The two shared a bit of a chuckle and resumed eating.

"Heh, that one took a bit too long to make a move, so let's try to help people so it won't be too late to make one, I guess."

"So I guess you're suggesting what I was thinking?" She thought he had figured her plan out already. Seeing the window of opportunity, Stahl decided to make a bit of joke.

"If you were thinking about eating more of the stew, yes."

"Hey!" Stahl couldn't control his laughter at his own joke, and burst into a fit of laughter at Robin's reaction.

"In all seriousness, if your plan is to set up blind dates for everyone, I'd gladly help with that."

"Heh, thanks. Do you know why I asked you?"

"Nope."

"It seemed no one had any interest in you, so you wouldn't accidentally set up a blind date for yourself." A slight smirk formed on Robin's face, as if some sort of revenge for the joke Stahl had just made.

"Way to raise my moral, Robin." She laughed more openly than he'd seen her do it, and he could've sworn it was a rather beautiful laugh.

"Who do you want to start with?"

"Well, I was hoping you'd help me figure it out."

"Heh. Well, you know the Feroxi girl, Olivia?"

"The dancer?"

"Yeah, that one. She seems to enjoy Donny's company in more of a romantic relationship type of thing."

"How do you know?"

"You know, you pair me a lot with Donny in combat, so I figured what is his usual step rhythm. Whenever he gets near Olivia, his step rhythm shifts to "The Ballad of the White Swan", and that's one of his favourite songs. Olivia likes it, too, I caught her dancing and singing that song the other day by total accident."

"Wow, that's impressive."

"That, and I overheard the two trying to pull off a duet of that song correctly."

"Ah, yes, no bigger guarantee than the speaker themselves."

"Which is why I think that we should set up a date for those two first."

"Well, the first problem will be convincing Olivia…"

"Relax, you can come up with plans very easily. Donny's one of my closest mates, it won't be too hard to lure him into the date."

"Thanks for helping."

"It's the least I can do for all my friends."

Stahl finished his stew, and went to clean the dishes. It was his time tonight. At least he had something to do for the next few weeks.

"Hey, Spinach?"

"What do you want, Gaius?"

"Up for poker tonight?"

"Yeah. Could you guys wait for me, I'm in a bit of a pickle with all those dishes."

"Oh, yes, the stew. Man, Bubbles made a lot of stew."

"She told me she tried again and again just to get it right. So I guess that explains how many dishes are here."

"Heh. I'll tell the guys to wait for you, but try to finish as quickly as possible, we don't want what happened last time."

"You mean when Kellam got drunk waiting for Sully and puked on Gregor?"

"Ah, yes, Gregor spent the next two days smelling like a dead fish or something! So all in all, Spinach, try not to screw with our night."

"Got it."

When Stahl finally finished cleaning the dishes, Gaius had left a good half an hour ago, and it would've been just one more night of poker, if not for the piece of paper he had found on the ground.

Simple, clear, objective handwriting. Clean, nothing more than the necessary. Organized as well as a thought out plan, if a bit stained.

Robin's handwriting.

It read: "Stahl said his favourite dish was cabbage stew – figure out how to make cabbage stew and baked potatoes."

He couldn't help but smile at the note.

Author Note: This will end up with enough ships to fill Pearl Harbor, I tell you.