[ At the gesture, Fern does grab for the plate, hoping that means that he's willing to offer some of his bounty to her. She politely holds it for now, knowing well enough not to rush him if she wants to earn any handouts.
The lack of staring or comments is appreciated, and she quietly listens to his response, her expression turning more thoughtful as he speaks of "we." We provide for our own, but that's something she would expect from a smaller community — not an entire city. ]
... That makes sense. [ It apparently doesn't matter where you go, there will be those who want to help others. Even in Barovia such a thing was true, though such people were in short supply. But she thinks of the patrons of the Bluewater Inn, of Kasimir, of Emil. ]
Oh. [ The skewer is on her plate before she can even think to make some sort of paltry offer to pay him. Then again, if these were gifts from others, maybe it's fine. She carefully picks up the skewer with her free hand and takes a bite.
As he warned her, the taste is not quite what she might have expected. She chews slowly, but her confused frown clears up as she gets more used to the flavor. ]
It isn't bad. [ She isn't picky. ] I'm surprised you would call it strange. Are you not used to the food here? [ Maybe it's wrong to assume that, but he speaks as if he's been here a long time. ]
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The lack of staring or comments is appreciated, and she quietly listens to his response, her expression turning more thoughtful as he speaks of "we." We provide for our own, but that's something she would expect from a smaller community — not an entire city. ]
... That makes sense. [ It apparently doesn't matter where you go, there will be those who want to help others. Even in Barovia such a thing was true, though such people were in short supply. But she thinks of the patrons of the Bluewater Inn, of Kasimir, of Emil. ]
Oh. [ The skewer is on her plate before she can even think to make some sort of paltry offer to pay him. Then again, if these were gifts from others, maybe it's fine. She carefully picks up the skewer with her free hand and takes a bite.
As he warned her, the taste is not quite what she might have expected. She chews slowly, but her confused frown clears up as she gets more used to the flavor. ]
It isn't bad. [ She isn't picky. ] I'm surprised you would call it strange. Are you not used to the food here? [ Maybe it's wrong to assume that, but he speaks as if he's been here a long time. ]