[... She might have been hungry. To be honest, jinba were almost never completely full, with as much as they needed to consume to fuel half ton bodies of powerful muscle, but.]
It is a satisfying taste.
[Could it be called a feast, when they were the only two people in attendance? Or did just having that much food make it one? She'd never really had to wonder about that. What had he put on this meat? She was used to much simpler profiles and frontier techniques like drying or salting, but there was so much flavor on it, even without the more obvious presence of sauce that she sometimes encountered in the street stalls she patroned.
She tries not to look too slovenly while doing it, but she begins to sample more and more of what's on the table, curiously poking at the red, jewel-like pieces in the rice before curiously... Hmm, there are no chopsticks. Improvising, she uses her hands to try and press the rice into a more familiar onigiri shape, but the grains just don't stick together the way she is accustomed, and the shape crumbles halfway to her lip. Emitting a frustrated noise, she leans over the plate so as not to make a mess and hastily gets what remained in her hand into her mouth, but.
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It is a satisfying taste.
[Could it be called a feast, when they were the only two people in attendance? Or did just having that much food make it one? She'd never really had to wonder about that. What had he put on this meat? She was used to much simpler profiles and frontier techniques like drying or salting, but there was so much flavor on it, even without the more obvious presence of sauce that she sometimes encountered in the street stalls she patroned.
She tries not to look too slovenly while doing it, but she begins to sample more and more of what's on the table, curiously poking at the red, jewel-like pieces in the rice before curiously... Hmm, there are no chopsticks. Improvising, she uses her hands to try and press the rice into a more familiar onigiri shape, but the grains just don't stick together the way she is accustomed, and the shape crumbles halfway to her lip. Emitting a frustrated noise, she leans over the plate so as not to make a mess and hastily gets what remained in her hand into her mouth, but.
Hmm... Hmm...]
What is this?
[It's... very satisfying.]