But, hmmm... he tilts his head slightly, like he's thinking about it. Ultimately, he can't see any harm in it, which is very funny because later on he's going to feel semi-responsible for Hyth's fucking death. It's fine. Socializing over books is okay.
He takes a seat, scooting into the booth across from Hyth. Apparently he is capable of sitting properly, so that's nice.]
[Look... sometimes you are a nexus of death and misfortune and you have some dudes in your head telling you that everything is your fault and no amount of karma will ever make up for your sins
But we don't need to worry about that. He'll talk about his books in a minute, but to answer the question--]
I've never tried one. [None milkshakes for Victorians, so sayeth google.]
[coming back to this two days later like what the fuck]
I had not either, before here! Sora was kind enough to introduce me to the experience. Here. [and he taps the menus to make two milkshakes appear!! here u go.]
I think so. [It's a tad on the too-sweet side for him, but mostly because he doesn't eat a lot of sweet things, so he's not used to it.] This is quite a lot for one person to eat, though.
[Maybe this was made by some weird middle ground of people who aren't starvation-poor, but not rich enough that they've looped back around to tiny cucumber sandwiches with their tea...]
[Everything about this place is "too much", quite frankly, but he doesn't say that even if he's thinking it very loudly. He'd maybe feel a little bad about the excessive waste, but it's not like there's anything he can do about it, so whatever.]
[that is the mood though, huh. he laughs a little, almost like he can hear the loud thinking.]
Oh, I could not say. [he says, thoughtfully.] I am rather sentimentally fond of grapes, I suppose. We treat feeding oneself as more of a chore than a delight, where I hail from.
["Your world", again--that phrasing keeps popping up, doesn't it. Surely he can't be the only person who finds that odd...? Maybe other people just aren't mentioning it. He certainly doesn't find it worth the effort to argue with people about their delusions.]
What it's like for the nobility, or for other people?
Nobility... [he squints.] I'm afraid there is no such thing, in Amaurot. As for other people, I also could not say - we are all on equal ground. Each of us share our resources freely.
Also he just kind of blinks. Wow. Even in his childhood village they didn't do that, though they did support each other to some extent. Presumably. Leo doesn't actually know, since he was an outsider even then.]
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But, hmmm... he tilts his head slightly, like he's thinking about it. Ultimately, he can't see any harm in it, which is very funny because later on he's going to feel semi-responsible for Hyth's fucking death. It's fine. Socializing over books is okay.
He takes a seat, scooting into the booth across from Hyth. Apparently he is capable of sitting properly, so that's nice.]
Here, or at home?
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At home. [headtilt.] Do you like milkshakes?
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But we don't need to worry about that. He'll talk about his books in a minute, but to answer the question--]
I've never tried one. [None milkshakes for Victorians, so sayeth google.]
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I had not either, before here! Sora was kind enough to introduce me to the experience. Here. [and he taps the menus to make two milkshakes appear!! here u go.]
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Wouldn't it be funny if we retconned a poisoning. But no okay, he will try a small taste first! Hunh, interesting.]
Oh, it's sweet. [A little unexpected, from the name.]
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god. he just tilts his head a little, smiling. he seems very fond.] In a good way?
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But, hmm. He tries it again, then nods.]
I think so. [It's a tad on the too-sweet side for him, but mostly because he doesn't eat a lot of sweet things, so he's not used to it.] This is quite a lot for one person to eat, though.
[Maybe this was made by some weird middle ground of people who aren't starvation-poor, but not rich enough that they've looped back around to tiny cucumber sandwiches with their tea...]
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[but he will sip a bit of his own, happily enough.] Even should I be accustomed to eating regularly, I think this would be too much.
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What do you typically prefer?
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Oh, I could not say. [he says, thoughtfully.] I am rather sentimentally fond of grapes, I suppose. We treat feeding oneself as more of a chore than a delight, where I hail from.
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We have fruit, sometimes. Not often, though. It's difficult to find fresh. [Except for the rich people who mostly use it for jam and pastries]
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Difficult to find fresh, you say. [...] May I ask what your world is like? It certainly rings much differently than the one I know.
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What it's like for the nobility, or for other people?
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Also he just kind of blinks. Wow. Even in his childhood village they didn't do that, though they did support each other to some extent. Presumably. Leo doesn't actually know, since he was an outsider even then.]
...My, ah, "world" isn't anything like that.