[She isn't especially hungry, but she does know that she ought to eat or she'll be hungry later, and the curry smells heartier than a meal of peanut butter crackers would be. She takes another swallow of tea and carefully puts down the thermos cup on the table.]
Mm-hm. She was a really good friend. [But she's worried, still. And she would have liked to know her for longer.] I just wanna know...
[Right, she already said that. She reaches out and takes a bite of the curry.] What is this?
[He ignores her questions, since he doesn't really have any answer.]
It's curry. Klatchian, [he says, somewhat surprised that she's never tried it before. Then, realizing once again that she's not from his world, he adds,] Foreign food, more or less. It'll warm you up, at least.
[Yeah, she knows there aren't answers. She wishes there were, but they don't know them yet.]
Oh. 'Kay.
[She eats it more or less automatically. Now that the food is in front of her she's feeling hungry. A couple of forkfalls drop off, but she just catches them and eats them too.]
I'll take you to the stall one day. They're very into all that vegetarian stuff there. They even had this one thing with just spinach and cheese.
[Which he didn't get because it looked a bit terrifying to him. Mucky yellow stuff, that's the key.
He sits in silence and watches Krile eat, feeling rather happy about the fact that she's actually eating. He was worried that she was so sad that she'd starve herself, which is even worse in a tiny body.
After it looks like she's winding down a bit, he remembers that he had brought her birthday present.]
Oh yeah. It's a bit late, and I suppose now's not the time for happy birthdays, but I brought you your present. [He slides it over. It's... not very birthday looking, granted, being a plain brown box held together with tape. He had bought the red glass dragon figurine a while ago, figuring that it's something that a girl who likes dragons would like. The guy who made it said that it was pretty and talked about glasswork and how the light shone through it, but Vimes wasn't able to understand its appeal.
He had bought it anyway. Whatever made her happy, right?]
Okay. [She gets about three-quarters of the way through the curry and puts the fork down. That and tea is an odd combination, and the hot food combined with full stomach and just... exhaustion is making her feel quite sleepy.]
[She opens the box, then smiles some when she sees what's inside.] Oh! It's pretty. Thanks, Mr. Vimes.
[It's obviously very fragile, and she isn't going to touch it with curry-y hands, so she slides it back onto the table. When she's back to her normal self, she'll find somewhere nice--and out of reach of cats--to put it.]
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Date: 2011-02-12 01:38 am (UTC)[She isn't especially hungry, but she does know that she ought to eat or she'll be hungry later, and the curry smells heartier than a meal of peanut butter crackers would be. She takes another swallow of tea and carefully puts down the thermos cup on the table.]
Mm-hm. She was a really good friend. [But she's worried, still. And she would have liked to know her for longer.] I just wanna know...
[Right, she already said that. She reaches out and takes a bite of the curry.] What is this?
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Date: 2011-02-12 05:07 am (UTC)It's curry. Klatchian, [he says, somewhat surprised that she's never tried it before. Then, realizing once again that she's not from his world, he adds,] Foreign food, more or less. It'll warm you up, at least.
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Date: 2011-02-12 10:58 pm (UTC)Oh. 'Kay.
[She eats it more or less automatically. Now that the food is in front of her she's feeling hungry. A couple of forkfalls drop off, but she just catches them and eats them too.]
It tastes funny. [...] But nice.
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Date: 2011-02-13 07:36 pm (UTC)[Which he didn't get because it looked a bit terrifying to him. Mucky yellow stuff, that's the key.
He sits in silence and watches Krile eat, feeling rather happy about the fact that she's actually eating. He was worried that she was so sad that she'd starve herself, which is even worse in a tiny body.
After it looks like she's winding down a bit, he remembers that he had brought her birthday present.]
Oh yeah. It's a bit late, and I suppose now's not the time for happy birthdays, but I brought you your present. [He slides it over. It's... not very birthday looking, granted, being a plain brown box held together with tape. He had bought the red glass dragon figurine a while ago, figuring that it's something that a girl who likes dragons would like. The guy who made it said that it was pretty and talked about glasswork and how the light shone through it, but Vimes wasn't able to understand its appeal.
He had bought it anyway. Whatever made her happy, right?]
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Date: 2011-02-14 04:32 am (UTC)[She opens the box, then smiles some when she sees what's inside.] Oh! It's pretty. Thanks, Mr. Vimes.
[It's obviously very fragile, and she isn't going to touch it with curry-y hands, so she slides it back onto the table. When she's back to her normal self, she'll find somewhere nice--and out of reach of cats--to put it.]