[Two of some things. One of others. But perhaps that is a conversation for another time. Or a never time! She certainly doesn't know at what point in a... something (relationship) that it's right to discuss the difference in one's organs. Or some organs over others.
But she is here, and she is seated, and the food smells... amazing, really. Once she has his permission in the form of his beginning to help himself to the food, she begins to do the same, serving herself a sample of meats, vegetables, and breads before...
Oh.
She's seen people toast plenty of times. The stable master hosted banquets each new year, exhibition day, and auction. But jinba did not participate in such things, they watched from afar (if they were even allowed to watch at all). She had memorized it, hoping to one day reach a rank or status to be allowed such dignity... but she'd never done it. Slowly, her fingers wrap around the wine glass, lifting it slightly awkwardly.]
- Cheers.
[If this were rice wine, it might mean... But no, it isn't, and it certainly didn't mean that, so she takes a sip to simply show her gratitude. Plate full, she follows his advice and makes to sample the kebab first, sharp canines somewhat delicately biting into a piece of meat and trying to be somewhat ladylike about sliding it off the stick, beginning to chew-
Pausing.
Chewing again.
... Pausing.
And then quickly ripping off another bite, one of those two stomachs (the lower one, judging by location) emitting a low rumble of hunger.]
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But she is here, and she is seated, and the food smells... amazing, really. Once she has his permission in the form of his beginning to help himself to the food, she begins to do the same, serving herself a sample of meats, vegetables, and breads before...
Oh.
She's seen people toast plenty of times. The stable master hosted banquets each new year, exhibition day, and auction. But jinba did not participate in such things, they watched from afar (if they were even allowed to watch at all). She had memorized it, hoping to one day reach a rank or status to be allowed such dignity... but she'd never done it. Slowly, her fingers wrap around the wine glass, lifting it slightly awkwardly.]
- Cheers.
[If this were rice wine, it might mean... But no, it isn't, and it certainly didn't mean that, so she takes a sip to simply show her gratitude. Plate full, she follows his advice and makes to sample the kebab first, sharp canines somewhat delicately biting into a piece of meat and trying to be somewhat ladylike about sliding it off the stick, beginning to chew-
Pausing.
Chewing again.
... Pausing.
And then quickly ripping off another bite, one of those two stomachs (the lower one, judging by location) emitting a low rumble of hunger.]