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Edarial is nine, and he's avoiding his mother again.
Exploring the palace gets old after a while, but the library's even worse, and he suspects that if he spent any more time in his room, he'd scream. So, exploring the palace it is. Berathyme's with him, anyway, so the palace won't be so boring. She tends to make observations he didn't notice himself, and that's always interesting, if not always useful. Corridor, corridor, guest rooms, oh yes that is the closet with all of the uncomfortably looking coats, he'd forgotten about that one. Berathyme observes that they've been used relatively recently, some poor souls must have suffered - and then he opens a door and there's something he doesn't recognize.
He stares at the bar in confusion, consults briefly with Berathyme, and then wanders in.
What exactly is going on here?
royal_obligation
royal_pain
Zevros asks the Bar very nicely for an alcoholic drink. He needs it. Ugh, no wonder his brother is failing so badly at getting married.
she_sells_seashells
Zevros's first drink is free. And delicious.
"If your names mean anything it's not translating for me either."
"If your names mean anything it's not translating for me either."
royal_pain
"Mine's got a vague connotation with autumn, but honestly no one really cares about it until they're trying to make awful puns. Also, thank you, Bar, this is delicious and exactly what I needed."
she_sells_seashells
"Bar's very good at her job." Pause. "We could have dinner. Since you have money now being no longer nine."
she_sells_seashells
"Bar, lunch for three, please?"
And here are three-person portions of steaming lentil carrot stew, and herbed flatbread, and fried chicken, and salads loaded with avocado and red onion and bacon bits and dressing, and a plate of snow-white coconut cookies with dried cranberries in them.
Shell Bell radiates absolute delight.
And here are three-person portions of steaming lentil carrot stew, and herbed flatbread, and fried chicken, and salads loaded with avocado and red onion and bacon bits and dressing, and a plate of snow-white coconut cookies with dried cranberries in them.
Shell Bell radiates absolute delight.
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell giggles and hauls the tray from Bar back to the booth where she was advertising her consulting services.
She serves herself bits of everything and digs in.
She serves herself bits of everything and digs in.
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell, of course, eats like someone who has only rarely had anything decent to eat in any quantity.
royal_obligation
Edarial sort of wants to scoot more food over to her and possibly tell her very gently that she gets to eat decent food all of the time now, but he refrains.
she_sells_seashells
She doesn't stuff herself to the point of later regret. She slows down by the time she gets to the cookies, which she eats slowly and rapturously.
she_sells_seashells
"I can't overdo it after a while on once-a-sleep-cycle potatoes or I'll get sick. Usually Bar helps me with portions but there's three people's worth of stuff here so I'm eyeballing it."
royal_obligation
Edarial winces. "That, makes sense. We'll stay in Milliways for a while to let you get adjusted?"
she_sells_seashells
"Yeah. And write up the phrasebook and give me a crash course on what to expect in your world and then get my parents and explain everything to them and talk them into coming along."
she_sells_seashells
"I don't really know. I think I can get them to hear me out, at least. And if they don't want to come - I still will, I think."
royal_obligation
"Okay," says Edarial, softly. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help convince them."
royal_obligation
"I was planning to let you have guest rooms in the palace until you could all find a place that you liked."