[Emery glances at the offending dish. Is that black soup? Oh dear.]
Hmm…
[Emery moves over to Zel’s side and picks up the bowl and spoon, as one does. He then walks over to Calanthe and hands it to her.]
Here, Calanthe, try this.
[Calanthe blinks, but takes the proffered soup and has a mouthful of it. She downs it as easily and happily as someone might down a mouthful of chicken noodle. Afterwards, she licks her lips and says “It’s good. There’s just the right amount of sulfur in it.”
The chef looks somewhat mollified by the praise, but is still shooting concerned looks at Zel, so Emery goes and claps a hand on the chef’s shoulder.]
Some people just don’t have the right kind of stomach for black soup. I knew a sylph who couldn’t digest it at all. I’m sure there’s something else that will work fine~
[In what is hopefully an improvement of the previous situation, Zel will now find himself dragged into going over the menu with Emery and the chef, with Emery casually pointing out things that sound edible.]
Oh! Smoked trout sounds good.
[Calanthe in the meantime has claimed Zel’s soup for her own and has retreated with the innkeeper and baby to handle the process of checking out.]
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on 2023-11-26 04:35 pm (UTC)Hmm…
[Emery moves over to Zel’s side and picks up the bowl and spoon, as one does. He then walks over to Calanthe and hands it to her.]
Here, Calanthe, try this.
[Calanthe blinks, but takes the proffered soup and has a mouthful of it. She downs it as easily and happily as someone might down a mouthful of chicken noodle. Afterwards, she licks her lips and says “It’s good. There’s just the right amount of sulfur in it.”
The chef looks somewhat mollified by the praise, but is still shooting concerned looks at Zel, so Emery goes and claps a hand on the chef’s shoulder.]
Some people just don’t have the right kind of stomach for black soup. I knew a sylph who couldn’t digest it at all. I’m sure there’s something else that will work fine~
[In what is hopefully an improvement of the previous situation, Zel will now find himself dragged into going over the menu with Emery and the chef, with Emery casually pointing out things that sound edible.]
Oh! Smoked trout sounds good.
[Calanthe in the meantime has claimed Zel’s soup for her own and has retreated with the innkeeper and baby to handle the process of checking out.]