Table set and dishes served, he waited for Jancis to pick what she found appetizing first. She had been the one to express hunger, even if he had found himself vying for the food just as much. He was not worried if they finished everything. Surely a proper establishment would have additional plates ready for any number of patrons. Taking no time after Jancis, he arranged the various foods onto a plate, giving each just enough space to remain separate, but allowing them to each be served with a large enough amount to experience the flavors. A meal should be enjoyed, after all.
"I would expect as much from an inn and related services. Is it not their job to do so?" He wasn't quite sure where his expectations of such service had come from, but it was likely something he had become accustomed to over time. At the mentioning of Aya, he'd considered asking more, but that could be saved for a later time. He could suffice with a single question on the matter. "Was that before or after her time in Ishgard?"
He listened as she talked of other things. Of making desserts, handcrafts, and other things. THe ink had sounded quite odd. He wasn't completely sure if she was serious. But when books were mentioned, he was fast to reply. "No, none of them are personal. There were a few...translated copies of the same, but it was only a matter of reading preference. I can't say I ever saw the need in keeping a log of one's life."Â
A slight shrug. It wasn't a comfortable topic, his past. "Even if I had at some time, it wouldn't be here. And these days? I've begun to simply live each day at a time. Can't be sure what may change each day. I'd rather not be reminded. It's not a pleasant feeling to know that I may wake up remembering so part of my past that completely changes my view on life." There was a short pause as if he was contemplating more. "Or to wake up grasping at fragments of oneself."
The small smile had faded already. "Apologies. Did not mean to darken the mood..."
"I would expect as much from an inn and related services. Is it not their job to do so?" He wasn't quite sure where his expectations of such service had come from, but it was likely something he had become accustomed to over time. At the mentioning of Aya, he'd considered asking more, but that could be saved for a later time. He could suffice with a single question on the matter. "Was that before or after her time in Ishgard?"
He listened as she talked of other things. Of making desserts, handcrafts, and other things. THe ink had sounded quite odd. He wasn't completely sure if she was serious. But when books were mentioned, he was fast to reply. "No, none of them are personal. There were a few...translated copies of the same, but it was only a matter of reading preference. I can't say I ever saw the need in keeping a log of one's life."Â
A slight shrug. It wasn't a comfortable topic, his past. "Even if I had at some time, it wouldn't be here. And these days? I've begun to simply live each day at a time. Can't be sure what may change each day. I'd rather not be reminded. It's not a pleasant feeling to know that I may wake up remembering so part of my past that completely changes my view on life." There was a short pause as if he was contemplating more. "Or to wake up grasping at fragments of oneself."
The small smile had faded already. "Apologies. Did not mean to darken the mood..."
