My favorites were always the sweeter ones. I love the apple blend, and the Albinean berry, too. But, I'm not too picky about food, for the most part.
[ Aria doesn't try stealing her chair, choosing instead to perch on the edge of the table to have room for his long tail plumage. Dorothea takes in the ambiance of the cafe, then glances out the window to watch a few people come and go. ]
Do they have many occasions for feasts in Almyra? What are they like?
[ Now, these aren't questions she would have asked so casually if they were back in Fodlan. You never knew who might overhear and what they'd think. But they aren't in Fodlan anymore, and no one here but the two of them would even know the difference, much less care about it. Her expression remains soft, inquisitive. Aria chirps and she scratches him under the chin. ]
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[ Aria doesn't try stealing her chair, choosing instead to perch on the edge of the table to have room for his long tail plumage. Dorothea takes in the ambiance of the cafe, then glances out the window to watch a few people come and go. ]
Do they have many occasions for feasts in Almyra? What are they like?
[ Now, these aren't questions she would have asked so casually if they were back in Fodlan. You never knew who might overhear and what they'd think. But they aren't in Fodlan anymore, and no one here but the two of them would even know the difference, much less care about it. Her expression remains soft, inquisitive. Aria chirps and she scratches him under the chin. ]