[With her hooves cleaned out and brushed, Hayame finally follows Claude into the kitchen... where she hovers somewhat awkwardly in the doorframe. His story is believable enough, she assumes he wouldn't bother lying about that sort of... cooking origin story, now of all times, but.]

Your world is very different from mine.

[People all doing menial tasks and chores regardless of their rank and social class? It would never happen in the culture she'd been raised in. Honestly, she's not sure she's going to believe it until she actually has the food in her mouth.

Her lips purse a bit, though, thinking.]

Even if you were spoiled, I assume you'd get by. There are countless places to get food from here.

[And they practically just gave them money for being shard-bearers. There were so many restaurants that you could probably even visit a different one every day without repeats...]