[Marco has to stop himself from laughing at that phrasing, and it comes out like a snort, which he pointedly ignores as he stirs the stew a little before trying it. It's not too hot, and days of refrigeration hasn't has any effect on the taste.]
It's good. I think it... recovered well enough.
[He can't suppress the next little bit of laughter that escapes.]
[Marco, are you laughing at her??? Konoha honestly can’t tell, at first. Did she say something strange? Maybe that’s not how you were supposed to talk about micro waves?
But he’s laughing, so… it must be funny! So she laughs too, also because the very idea of feeding good stew to a cat???]
It would be so spoiled… !
[(Konoha, that’s the point…)
But she is pleased he thinks it’s good, and she’s ready to try, so she plops her rear down into the dirt more like a canine than an equine to make the height of the human-use table better for her, clapping her hands together with a “thank you for the food” before-]
[Amazing might be going a little too far, but Marco appreciates the enthusiasm.]
I'm glad you like it. Connie always got excited about it, no matter how many times we had it.
[It doesn't hurt to talk about her right now, and that's the first time since he'd found out what happened to them. It's concerning in a way, and he has to wonder if it's a good or bad thing, to have let go of even a fraction of that pain. Mixed feelings continue to be difficult.]
[The bar might be kind of low, it was true, Konoha was an enthusiastic woman who was often quite free with praise, but still... She nods along for further approval, taking another spoonful and this time actually trying to savor it, like one of those fancy restaurant review people she'd seen on the Gem screens in the city.]
Mmm... I really like the spices! We don't have any combinations like this where I'm from, it's really good...
[Meat and vegetable soups and stews and hotpots were quite common, but this taste is so different even though the base ingredients are the same... But she smiles, genuinely glad, it seems, to hear what he says.]
Your wife has good taste! I wish I could ask her mother for her recipe, it's always even just a little bit better when your mother makes it.
[But this version is quite delicious as well! And though she has a large appetite, (and two stomachs), Konoha tries to be polite enough to cup a hand over her mouth when she speaks.]
What are some of her other favorites... ? I might have to try those, too...
[He's in agreement there, and sometimes it's the only difference between two dishes as far as he can tell. He tries not to let his expression falter at the mention of Connie's mother. Marco's only memory of her is something he doesn't want to reflect on, and instead he focuses on the concept of it, the point of Konoha's statement.]
I think that's owing to nostalgia, always remembering it better tasting than something you've made yourself. Never lives up to it. But I think we've gotten pretty close.
[He pushes the pot slightly closer to Konoha's side of the table, she can have as much as she likes. It's good to see it's enjoyed.]
I'd say she mostly liked more savory things as opposed to sweet. Meats with good sauces...
[Not exactly fluent with the French, his pronunciation of some things are off, but he tries for traditional names.]
Coq au vin, which is a chicken dish, with a wine sauce and bacon and mushrooms... Cassoulet, that's beans with a few different meats, usually whatever's available. It's a little bland if it's duck.
[Not a fan.]
Have you ever made quiche? It's like a pastry or a pie, but the filling is sort of a custard made with cheese, meat and vegetables. Spinach or some other greens.
Mmm, I know it’s probably all in our heads, but… my mother’s sour plum rice balls always taste better than mine, no matter how exactly I copy the recipe.
[And you know what… That’s fine, isn’t it?]
Oh, Miss Connie had good tastes…
[… it’s also find if he wants to slide that dish over because she will carefully save him a portion but she’s also going to go to town on the rest. She has been in the fields all morning. Also, those dish names sound so exotic? Especially when you don’t know the pronunciation is a bit off.]
No, I’ve never made a “quiche”… My world doesn’t have the grains for the pies and cakes like they have here, so I’m really behind on learning those…
[The availability of grains hadn't even crossed his mind, modern trade conveniences and farming innovations allowing for nearly every place to have access to things from all over the world.]
Right, instead of for a dessert.
[And though he's technically volunteering Alex and not himself for this...]
Maybe we'll make that next time, and trade you for some of those sour plum rice balls.
[Konoha claps her hands back together, this time not for prayer but for excitement. Food... She loved food so much-]
Or, ah, if you tell me what kind of food is coming... I could make something in the same theme, but from my world! Like if it's this "quiche" maybe I trade... vegetable egg rice?
[It's more organised that way, and some of her excitement is catching, but for different reasons; the food secondary to having something to set-up and oversee in any small way.]
[They can do themes... ! Konoha does look genuinely excited, she's glad to see even just a little bit of it rubbing off on him, and with her brain already ticking with ideas...]
Okay, Marco, let's come up with some themes...
[She'll even do her best not to speak with her mouth full.]
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It's good. I think it... recovered well enough.
[He can't suppress the next little bit of laughter that escapes.]
If you don't like it, you can feed it to the cat.
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But he’s laughing, so… it must be funny! So she laughs too, also because the very idea of feeding good stew to a cat???]
It would be so spoiled… !
[(Konoha, that’s the point…)
But she is pleased he thinks it’s good, and she’s ready to try, so she plops her rear down into the dirt more like a canine than an equine to make the height of the human-use table better for her, clapping her hands together with a “thank you for the food” before-]
Marco, this is amazing- !
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I'm glad you like it. Connie always got excited about it, no matter how many times we had it.
[It doesn't hurt to talk about her right now, and that's the first time since he'd found out what happened to them. It's concerning in a way, and he has to wonder if it's a good or bad thing, to have let go of even a fraction of that pain. Mixed feelings continue to be difficult.]
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Mmm... I really like the spices! We don't have any combinations like this where I'm from, it's really good...
[Meat and vegetable soups and stews and hotpots were quite common, but this taste is so different even though the base ingredients are the same... But she smiles, genuinely glad, it seems, to hear what he says.]
Your wife has good taste! I wish I could ask her mother for her recipe, it's always even just a little bit better when your mother makes it.
[But this version is quite delicious as well! And though she has a large appetite, (and two stomachs), Konoha tries to be polite enough to cup a hand over her mouth when she speaks.]
What are some of her other favorites... ? I might have to try those, too...
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[He's in agreement there, and sometimes it's the only difference between two dishes as far as he can tell. He tries not to let his expression falter at the mention of Connie's mother. Marco's only memory of her is something he doesn't want to reflect on, and instead he focuses on the concept of it, the point of Konoha's statement.]
I think that's owing to nostalgia, always remembering it better tasting than something you've made yourself. Never lives up to it. But I think we've gotten pretty close.
[He pushes the pot slightly closer to Konoha's side of the table, she can have as much as she likes. It's good to see it's enjoyed.]
I'd say she mostly liked more savory things as opposed to sweet. Meats with good sauces...
[Not exactly fluent with the French, his pronunciation of some things are off, but he tries for traditional names.]
Coq au vin, which is a chicken dish, with a wine sauce and bacon and mushrooms... Cassoulet, that's beans with a few different meats, usually whatever's available. It's a little bland if it's duck.
[Not a fan.]
Have you ever made quiche? It's like a pastry or a pie, but the filling is sort of a custard made with cheese, meat and vegetables. Spinach or some other greens.
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[And you know what… That’s fine, isn’t it?]
Oh, Miss Connie had good tastes…
[… it’s also find if he wants to slide that dish over because she will carefully save him a portion but she’s also going to go to town on the rest. She has been in the fields all morning. Also, those dish names sound so exotic? Especially when you don’t know the pronunciation is a bit off.]
No, I’ve never made a “quiche”… My world doesn’t have the grains for the pies and cakes like they have here, so I’m really behind on learning those…
So it’s like a savory one… ?
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Right, instead of for a dessert.
[And though he's technically volunteering Alex and not himself for this...]
Maybe we'll make that next time, and trade you for some of those sour plum rice balls.
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Oh, you want to trade? That would be really fun!
[Konoha claps her hands back together, this time not for prayer but for excitement. Food... She loved food so much-]
Or, ah, if you tell me what kind of food is coming... I could make something in the same theme, but from my world! Like if it's this "quiche" maybe I trade... vegetable egg rice?
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[It's more organised that way, and some of her excitement is catching, but for different reasons; the food secondary to having something to set-up and oversee in any small way.]
It would be. Fun.
/gently wraps up in favor of march event!!!!
[They can do themes... ! Konoha does look genuinely excited, she's glad to see even just a little bit of it rubbing off on him, and with her brain already ticking with ideas...]
Okay, Marco, let's come up with some themes...
[She'll even do her best not to speak with her mouth full.]