[Jaskier gasps at such a term being applied to him.] Excuse you. I will not stand here and be slandered!
[Yeah, he will.]
Perhaps you should take it up with those who deal with your world's nomenclature. When we name a food, it is what it is. We don't roast a chicken and call it a bloody duck. And get annoyed all you like, but I will not cease to ask questions.
[He huffs at Julie and focuses on Nadine, patting her hand, because at least someone is patient at recognizing that different spheres mean this is bound to happen. Besides, why invite them to a piece of their world if they don't wish to explain it?
Especially because Nadine is much more immediate with her explanations. A food on a stick is placed in his hand and given a name. He sniffs it, curious, brows raising.] Oh. It's a sweet batter. [See? He knows what a bloody batter is. And whatever way this thing is created -- which appears to be dipped in a vat of boiling oil, if the pictures on the awning above indicate anything -- it steams heartily, and smells heavenly.
He takes a bite, chewing it with an enthusiastic chorus of "mmm"s and "oooh", which continues with a drink of the slushy -- which he understands to be a name from "slush," thank you, which is a fair enough name.]
Oh. That's a rather... I don't believe that drink has ever touched a cherry, actually. [He spies Geralt's own stash, though, hopping forward to peel a bit of turkey away. He licks the grease from his fingers.] Oooh. Lovely! This is all very... very rich, honestly. I can see why it's a special occasion.
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[Yeah, he will.]
Perhaps you should take it up with those who deal with your world's nomenclature. When we name a food, it is what it is. We don't roast a chicken and call it a bloody duck. And get annoyed all you like, but I will not cease to ask questions.
[He huffs at Julie and focuses on Nadine, patting her hand, because at least someone is patient at recognizing that different spheres mean this is bound to happen. Besides, why invite them to a piece of their world if they don't wish to explain it?
Especially because Nadine is much more immediate with her explanations. A food on a stick is placed in his hand and given a name. He sniffs it, curious, brows raising.] Oh. It's a sweet batter. [See? He knows what a bloody batter is. And whatever way this thing is created -- which appears to be dipped in a vat of boiling oil, if the pictures on the awning above indicate anything -- it steams heartily, and smells heavenly.
He takes a bite, chewing it with an enthusiastic chorus of "mmm"s and "oooh", which continues with a drink of the slushy -- which he understands to be a name from "slush," thank you, which is a fair enough name.]
Oh. That's a rather... I don't believe that drink has ever touched a cherry, actually. [He spies Geralt's own stash, though, hopping forward to peel a bit of turkey away. He licks the grease from his fingers.] Oooh. Lovely! This is all very... very rich, honestly. I can see why it's a special occasion.