He listens contentedly, watching her gesticulate her story with quiet interest. It was nice to have her voice in the room again. It was much preferred to his own internal one.

The slime certainly explained the urgent need for a shower, that's for sure. Killing monsters made messy aftermaths.

"Toads, huh? If we ever run into those again, we could try making a soup with them."

The deadpan way he said it made it seem like Guts would actually gobble down the hypothetical troll-toad stew without so much as a wince.