WHO: Adrasteia, Erik, others WHAT: a catch-all with starters in the comments; will match format WHEN: early Bloomingtide WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall NOTES: Erik comes with a built-in language warning
'Concerned about the planet' is such an odd and specific turn of phrase that Adrasteia isn't certain she knows what it actually means exactly, but she hates being the person who asks too many questions when being told a story. Agricultural products as a luxury, by and large, is also a very different concept from any she's used to; certainly there are luxury products but something as simple as tea?
It boggles the mind.
Still, they manage to clean the room pretty quickly between the two of them, and so Adrasteia nods as if she understands. "There is definitely non-herbal tea to be had, and there should be coffee. What sort of things do you like to eat?"
"Oh, um. This is going to sound so weird, but you have meat here, right? Like... real meat? Meat was also super expensive in New Amsterdam," Glimmer tries to explain haplessly as they head towards the kitchens.
"So... Yeah. Coffee and meat. That's what's been on my mind."
Adrasteia laughs a little, kindly. "Plenty of meat, not to worry. What did they eat, if not meat?" Surely there was some drawback to that, though Adrasteia herself cannot imagine not eating meat of any kind, completely.
"Well... they farmed insects and used them for protein. And fish. And stuff like tofu and seitan. But lots of insects. Cricket flavored noodles," she says with a grin.
"It... wasn't as bad as it sounds? You got used to it, eventually."
Blink. Blink, blink. Whatever answer Adrasteia had presumed she would get, it was definitely not insect farming based on her reaction. "Well." A smile. "Maybe we'll get you some bacon or something a little fatty to start, but not too much, or your stomach might rebel if it's been too long." Automatic mom-mode activate!
"You're welcome." Adrasteia smiles at Glimmer and squeezes the girl's shoulder before they continue across the courtyard to the kitchens.
Coffee takes a moment to find, at this hour, but bacon and cheese and some greens are easily located. Adrasteia tasks herself with cooking for Glimmer, presuming (possibly inaccurately) that the younger woman would have had fewer opportunities to cook for herself; especially over what is the technological equivalent of an open fire, a grate, and a pan.
"How long were you in the other world, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Um..." Glimmer has settled herself nearby, leaning against a table while she watches Adrasteia cook. While she has some experience with cooking, she's really only done it a lot in New Amsterdam, which had the benefit of electric ranges.
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I'm sorry this took me forever to reply to
It boggles the mind.
Still, they manage to clean the room pretty quickly between the two of them, and so Adrasteia nods as if she understands. "There is definitely non-herbal tea to be had, and there should be coffee. What sort of things do you like to eat?"
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"So... Yeah. Coffee and meat. That's what's been on my mind."
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"It... wasn't as bad as it sounds? You got used to it, eventually."
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Coffee takes a moment to find, at this hour, but bacon and cheese and some greens are easily located. Adrasteia tasks herself with cooking for Glimmer, presuming (possibly inaccurately) that the younger woman would have had fewer opportunities to cook for herself; especially over what is the technological equivalent of an open fire, a grate, and a pan.
"How long were you in the other world, if you don't mind my asking?"
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"...Six months, I think?"