Franz watched as Berrod devoured the greasy plate, popoto by popoto. Sure they weren't particularly large, and certainly were not the easy to eat snacks he'd brought with the tea, but there was a certain jealousy for being so....ignorant, of one's body.Â
He moved one over to a small plate and cut into it, lifting small, bite-sized pieces of the dish. As always, the food in the Quicksand was delicious, but always seemed to be missing some sort of something. He imagined it must have been the local flavors he'd have been accustomed to in Garlemald. The heavy, greasy, comfort food didn't match the more refined tastes of the tea. Â A shame.
He'd come to start noticing that Berrod jumped a little every time someone mentioned romance. Another curiosity rolled over. "So Berrod, you seem to jump every time someone mentions romance. Hiding away from an abusive lover or something?" He grinned a little.Â
If Lydia had found him in a place like this, she surely would have kicked his arse by now for being rude. For what he remembered as a fairly small women, she won nearly all the fights they'd ever had.
He moved one over to a small plate and cut into it, lifting small, bite-sized pieces of the dish. As always, the food in the Quicksand was delicious, but always seemed to be missing some sort of something. He imagined it must have been the local flavors he'd have been accustomed to in Garlemald. The heavy, greasy, comfort food didn't match the more refined tastes of the tea. Â A shame.
He'd come to start noticing that Berrod jumped a little every time someone mentioned romance. Another curiosity rolled over. "So Berrod, you seem to jump every time someone mentions romance. Hiding away from an abusive lover or something?" He grinned a little.Â
If Lydia had found him in a place like this, she surely would have kicked his arse by now for being rude. For what he remembered as a fairly small women, she won nearly all the fights they'd ever had.
