He would be mildly offended by that, but he can’t say he even blames her. Sylvain follows her over to the table, grabbing a second plate just in case she needs more room, and then curiously follows along behind her, because half the stuff she points out he’s never seen or heard of before. ]
What’s a… tasses ragout?
[ He squints, peering over her shoulder as she starts scooping pasta onto her plate. That, at least, he recognizes. Sort of. ]
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He would be mildly offended by that, but he can’t say he even blames her. Sylvain follows her over to the table, grabbing a second plate just in case she needs more room, and then curiously follows along behind her, because half the stuff she points out he’s never seen or heard of before. ]
What’s a… tasses ragout?
[ He squints, peering over her shoulder as she starts scooping pasta onto her plate. That, at least, he recognizes. Sort of. ]