Hopefully Q'uila remembers not to take all of it at face value. As with so many cases, there's plenty of reasons not mentioned and some purposefully misdirected. And let's not go without mentioning that he's willfully taking advantage of the Miqo'te's love of bread to gain knowledge.
In this case, it shouldn't be too dire to leave the Ascian be. And he certainly isn't going to poke the Warrior of Light into pursuing the matter.
Lemon tart? It reminds him that there is a jar. "What about this one?" Lifting the culprit, it turns out to be a jam of 'lemon curd'. Probably far better than Durian fruit. He sets it down and slides the jar closer to Q'uila as if relating enjoyment of 'lemon tart' to 'lemon curd' and favoring her to be the one to try it first.
But it's useful as a gesture of peace to be so courteous, right?
"I've been trying various meals since my arrival as a passenger." Confidently he takes a dab of butter and a roll. A sprinkling of garlic seasoning is added and mixed in. The bread is beginning to cool a bit but the inside of the rolls are still warm enough to melt the spread a bit.
"And I've long observed the effects of food on mortals. How a warm stew bolsters their strength on a cold winter's night in Ishgard. Or the reward of a magnificent feast after a good harvest." He takes a bite out of the bread, pondering its taste and finally swallowing before continuing.
"I've seen the desperately starved brought to heel by a scrap of stale bread and a thin gruel." Food is a powerful force. And he's seen mortals use it in all forms. It's probably not expected for him to express sadness over such memories and he doesn't. Yet there is disappointment. For the scrabbling of those brought low or the masters who used such wasteful methods, who can say though?
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In this case, it shouldn't be too dire to leave the Ascian be. And he certainly isn't going to poke the Warrior of Light into pursuing the matter.
Lemon tart? It reminds him that there is a jar. "What about this one?" Lifting the culprit, it turns out to be a jam of 'lemon curd'. Probably far better than Durian fruit. He sets it down and slides the jar closer to Q'uila as if relating enjoyment of 'lemon tart' to 'lemon curd' and favoring her to be the one to try it first.
But it's useful as a gesture of peace to be so courteous, right?
"I've been trying various meals since my arrival as a passenger." Confidently he takes a dab of butter and a roll. A sprinkling of garlic seasoning is added and mixed in. The bread is beginning to cool a bit but the inside of the rolls are still warm enough to melt the spread a bit.
"And I've long observed the effects of food on mortals. How a warm stew bolsters their strength on a cold winter's night in Ishgard. Or the reward of a magnificent feast after a good harvest." He takes a bite out of the bread, pondering its taste and finally swallowing before continuing.
"I've seen the desperately starved brought to heel by a scrap of stale bread and a thin gruel." Food is a powerful force. And he's seen mortals use it in all forms. It's probably not expected for him to express sadness over such memories and he doesn't. Yet there is disappointment. For the scrabbling of those brought low or the masters who used such wasteful methods, who can say though?