Do they now? That's quite unusual - and promising. As convenient as the shops are in Epiphany, they are not precisely known for their fresh produce. Rather, much of the offerings are battered and fried in oil, or served over a hot cooktop.
[Emet-Selch scans the menu, or at least pretends to. Many of the dishes are familiar to him, if not in name, than in description. Yet even if he's beginning to feel a bit peckish, he isn't here for the food, and doesn't plan to lose himself to indecision.]
Perhaps a vegetable quiche. Or the roasted eggplant and tomato pasta.
[Another glance in Hythlodaeus's direction. His thoughts are ordered, and he thinks (he feels) that he could tackle this conversation at any time. However, it may perhaps be kinder to wait, so that neither of them will have to suffer a potential bout of indigestion. Not that he's worried, particularly. Whatever the answer, he can endure. He's far too old, far too tired, to even consider walking away from this like a dejected puppy with his tail tucked between his legs.]
[He must have fallen silent too long, so he adds:]
Lemonade you said? Sounds a bit sour if you ask me. Or do you prefer it when seemingly opposing flavors are tossed together in unexpected ways?
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Date: 2024-03-11 04:58 pm (UTC)[Emet-Selch scans the menu, or at least pretends to. Many of the dishes are familiar to him, if not in name, than in description. Yet even if he's beginning to feel a bit peckish, he isn't here for the food, and doesn't plan to lose himself to indecision.]
Perhaps a vegetable quiche. Or the roasted eggplant and tomato pasta.
[Another glance in Hythlodaeus's direction. His thoughts are ordered, and he thinks (he feels) that he could tackle this conversation at any time. However, it may perhaps be kinder to wait, so that neither of them will have to suffer a potential bout of indigestion. Not that he's worried, particularly. Whatever the answer, he can endure. He's far too old, far too tired, to even consider walking away from this like a dejected puppy with his tail tucked between his legs.]
[He must have fallen silent too long, so he adds:]
Lemonade you said? Sounds a bit sour if you ask me. Or do you prefer it when seemingly opposing flavors are tossed together in unexpected ways?