[Well no wonder he's skin and bone. She gives a small sigh at that, picking up her next slice of pizza and not really realizing it. It was actually better than what she'd thought it would be - a little strange still but still a lot better. They didn't have any flavor combinations like this in DunBroch; spices were rather limited after all, salt being the most expensive.] Well, they're easier to gut than seals I can tell you that, easier to kill too.
[Leaving it at that, she takes her first bite of her next slice, chewing thoughtfully. For all that the Drabwurld resembled her home, there were some things that she hasn't seen at feasts. Merida chews and swallows her bite, coughing into a hand when he mentions eight million people, waving it shortly after.]
DunBroch doesn't even have four hundred, let alone eight million! Not even all four clans combined. [She notices the halt in his movements but she doesn't ask, recognizing it from her own days of avoiding the subject of her mother if it came up in conversation. Instead, she nods in understanding, a smile flicking across her face.] We have markets too. Travelers bring their goods an' barter or trade. [She looks down at her slice, fingering the crust.] Th' castle gets our food from people who bring it as payment for audiences, or dad goes huntin' with some of th' clan.
[It really hadn't been obvious when she was growing up but her mother had stayed home to run the kingdom while her father went hunting. She had had valid reasons to refute her suitors, being that she simply hadn't been ready yet.]
Marshmallows...oh, those spongy things they put in hot chocolate. [Merida inclines her head.] Rabbit takes a bit because it's thicker than fish, but I think that'd be a good place to start. Deer takes an hour or more, if you're cookin' th' whole thing. Better off cuttin' it into sections an' preservin' th' rest if you're not sharin'.
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[Leaving it at that, she takes her first bite of her next slice, chewing thoughtfully. For all that the Drabwurld resembled her home, there were some things that she hasn't seen at feasts. Merida chews and swallows her bite, coughing into a hand when he mentions eight million people, waving it shortly after.]
DunBroch doesn't even have four hundred, let alone eight million! Not even all four clans combined. [She notices the halt in his movements but she doesn't ask, recognizing it from her own days of avoiding the subject of her mother if it came up in conversation. Instead, she nods in understanding, a smile flicking across her face.] We have markets too. Travelers bring their goods an' barter or trade. [She looks down at her slice, fingering the crust.] Th' castle gets our food from people who bring it as payment for audiences, or dad goes huntin' with some of th' clan.
[It really hadn't been obvious when she was growing up but her mother had stayed home to run the kingdom while her father went hunting. She had had valid reasons to refute her suitors, being that she simply hadn't been ready yet.]
Marshmallows...oh, those spongy things they put in hot chocolate. [Merida inclines her head.] Rabbit takes a bit because it's thicker than fish, but I think that'd be a good place to start. Deer takes an hour or more, if you're cookin' th' whole thing. Better off cuttin' it into sections an' preservin' th' rest if you're not sharin'.