[The meat going into Onni's stew gives Brook pause. He almost says something, then hesitates, hunching a little further into his legs while he weighs his options.
Which is sort of an oddly heavy reaction to have to a simple meal, isn't it? Hmm. The dinner rolls prompt no such consideration, only a faintly surprised blink. He's sharing more of his resources?
Bread should be fine, though. The doctor--Daan--suggested starting with that, too.]
...Okay.
[Brook settles the bottled water between his feet, takes the roll, and tears a small piece off of it. He chews it slowly, almost cautiously or experimentally, like this simple human staple is a foreign substance. Of course, after this long eating nothing but the occasional snack, it might as well be.]
...It's not cake. [He lets out a small sigh and picks off another piece.] But it's fine.
[He continues like that, pulling the roll apart bit by bit with his fingers to eat. It's unintentional, but at least he won't make himself sick by eating too fast after starving.]
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Which is sort of an oddly heavy reaction to have to a simple meal, isn't it? Hmm. The dinner rolls prompt no such consideration, only a faintly surprised blink. He's sharing more of his resources?
Bread should be fine, though. The doctor--Daan--suggested starting with that, too.]
...Okay.
[Brook settles the bottled water between his feet, takes the roll, and tears a small piece off of it. He chews it slowly, almost cautiously or experimentally, like this simple human staple is a foreign substance. Of course, after this long eating nothing but the occasional snack, it might as well be.]
...It's not cake. [He lets out a small sigh and picks off another piece.] But it's fine.
[He continues like that, pulling the roll apart bit by bit with his fingers to eat. It's unintentional, but at least he won't make himself sick by eating too fast after starving.]