[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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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.