hasapoint: an old woman's hand proffering a sword hilt (vena)
Need (Sister Lashan) ([personal profile] hasapoint) wrote in [community profile] lukeoutbelow 2022-07-03 02:13 am (UTC)

It's summer, so there are some tables set up outside, and Aren shrugs when Vena makes an oh-so-artful suggestion that it will be nicer to eat in the open air. It does mean having to heap plates instead of just getting more as needed and that's awkward but a red-faced, sweating girl comes around with pitchers of drink now and then.

When they sit down Vena remembers to tell Guts "You can just start, 's fine" before she and Aren pray. All Vena says is a completely perfunctory "Thank you to the four Twins of the world for the food and the chance to eat it" before she digs in. Aren looks intently skyward and thanks the Healer and the Hunter for creating and sharing things that are nourishing out from the wilderness, the Craftsman for preparing the food in ways that are delicious and well balanced, and the Fighter for giving them the space in which to eat it. Other Sisters say similar things when they sit down, though the hungrier ones are as quick as Vena.

The jam is tart with just an elusive hint of sweetness, but that's enough. Vena puts jam on her porridge. Lots of jam. Enough jam that when she stirs it it becomes purple. She puts jam on her bread and in her milk and mixes it with her cheese. She'd picked up some greens too but as Lashan isn't present to tell her to suck it up and eat them, she mostly pokes at them now and then. She also talks a lot, mainly about food. When she notices that Guts likes the milk she says "I helped with the milking! Anything not drunk at breakfast goes to be buttermilk or cheese. It goes bad fast."

The color and texture of the pickled eggs isn't the same as normal hard-boiled egg. Some are pink from being pickled with beetroot, and they are all salty. Aren cuts some up to put on their greens. They didn't get a heaped plate. Leafy greens, egg, a small amount of porridge and cheese. Handling a baby means constant distraction, though Kai isn't fed anything more than a taste of the soft white cheese. "My friend is his wet nurse. Or should I say his wet nurse is my friend," they say at one point as they respond here and there to Vena's chatter, though the mousy, timid woman from the line is reluctant to approach.

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