[ While Julie vanishes, Geralt peers at the so-called fried oreos. Easily identified seeing as there are signs and images labelling damn near everything.
They're squat and round. Looks like a doughnut to him. Perhaps the filling is different. It's not as though they belong a merchant—so curiosity getting the better of him, he takes one. He's chewing through it when she returns carrying a leg on a stick that's damn near bigger than her head.
Which. That's certainly something. He huffs a quiet laugh, and takes the thing from her. It's absurd.
Yeah. He just starts eating it, really; not much needs to be said about it when one's hands are...full of meat.
Though he does tip the turkey leg towards Julie for a bite if she wants one. ]
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They're squat and round. Looks like a doughnut to him. Perhaps the filling is different. It's not as though they belong a merchant—so curiosity getting the better of him, he takes one. He's chewing through it when she returns carrying a leg on a stick that's damn near bigger than her head.
Which. That's certainly something. He huffs a quiet laugh, and takes the thing from her. It's absurd.
Yeah. He just starts eating it, really; not much needs to be said about it when one's hands are...full of meat.
Though he does tip the turkey leg towards Julie for a bite if she wants one. ]