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[Here is a person]

[Here is also a person.]

My lady!

[Where even are they.]

Yes, Miss Rhiannon?

[ IDK? AT MONTAGE'S PLACE? maybe she came to stay for a bit after being exiled for not being a good enough dragon ]

What's for breakfast?

[gj you bum, now you get to mooch off a hot rich lady. Technically a queen! Who will end up involving you in a war probably, oops.

Well, she's a provincial governor in a mountainous area so the view is pretty nice at least. She lives with a bunch of retainers, a private military force, a few domestic slaves. The servants wait on you. Her family is also there, including her also pretty hot wife. A threesome may have happened in the past. There's also her son, but he's away at a school in the city. He visits sometimes. He's a nervous little wreck. And her daughter, also at school. She's gloomy and quiet and gives you the stink eye a lot.

In fact, are any of them at this table now?]

It shall be out in a moment. Hot tortillas, with pumpkin and ant eggs, and roast iguana. Fruit juice has been provided to quench our thirst.

[ PROBABLY NOT. Rhiannon tends to eat after everyone else because she's from a place where it is in fact incredibly awkward to casually bang someone's wife and also hang around their kids while being homeless and hanging out at their estate ]

I don't think I'll ever really get used to half of your food...

[ WHERE'S MY BLOOD PUDDING ]

Edited 2015-11-01 04:24 (UTC)

[No, it's pretty weird here too, the live in mistress business. Affairs in general, well, as long as they're kept discrete and private. And this is making it a bit difficult on the privacy angle.

anyway, shit what do white people eat anyway

dragon white people, whatever. Gotta think of something.]

We do have some roast duck in the larder. Or perhaps, ah, fried eggs? Are those common in your country?

[Even the food that seems normal to her has a 50 percent chance of being horribly spicy, because she's a weakling barbarian]

[ well, I mean, like, whatever. it's cool. it's just for a few weeks. just a few weeks, and then I'll be able to get back on my feet and raise an army and murder the shit out of a shitty usurper ]

Yes, please.

[Well, that's pretty much what Moyolehuani is doing. The army thing, not the living at somebody else's house thing.]

I'll have it brought out in just a moment.

[She rings a bell, and a servant enters from the kitchen.]

Could you change our guests meal to leg of quail and fried eggs? You may still bring out the fruits and vegetables as normal.

[Hey, here's another fun thing, no silver for anything except soup! Gotta eat with your hands or bread! And chairs, those aren't for meals! Gotta sit on dining mats.]

[ well, whatever. that's inconvenient, but also she's a garbage animal at heart. ]

I appreciate it.

Do not mention it. If you are in the mood for anything specific, I will try to procure it for you.

[Shortly the food comes out! Eirys' duck or quail or whatever and eggs, both in a rather spicy looking sauce, and tortillas to accompany them. As well as Montage's uhhh. Ant larva and pumpkin and iguana.]

[This, however, is a snow poff.]

[ snow poffs are garbage ]

Dolor.

Hi Dolor, I'm Dolor!

Did I do that right?

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