[ furina glances over from where she stands a few feet away, her usual troupe hat traded in for a sunhat that shields most of the sun away from her eyes. she hasn't the faintest what any of the skewers might be comprised of, and only knows that after a long day she's hungry and these smell good.
the woman speaks in much the same way clorinde does, quiet but self-assured. it's almost comforting, in this sea of otherwise complete unfamiliarity, and she inches closer. ]
...How do you know? Is it something about the color?
[ She's never had to lift a finger to cook for herself until recently; the subtle differences between meats and vegetables may as well not exist to her, not until they're plated and introduced. now, cakes, on the other hand.... ]
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the woman speaks in much the same way clorinde does, quiet but self-assured. it's almost comforting, in this sea of otherwise complete unfamiliarity, and she inches closer. ]
...How do you know? Is it something about the color?
[ She's never had to lift a finger to cook for herself until recently; the subtle differences between meats and vegetables may as well not exist to her, not until they're plated and introduced. now, cakes, on the other hand.... ]