voidtreckerexpress | the voidtrecker cafe is now open? ☕ a november catch-all!

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the voidtrecker cafe is now open? ☕ a november catch-all!

Who: Roland Crane x OTA!
Where: Various places, specifically/primarily: the Kitchen and the Gym.
When: Spanning most of early Imagination, from Imagination 1-12 (pre-mission weeks).
What: Join the train's resident president as he explores various degrees of hobby-making, training, and whatever else comes between work and sleep.
Warnings: Self-indulgent Barista!Roland as the primary prompt. No apologies given!!!

01 - good to the last drop?
It's your sense of smell that's engaged first. Walk upstairs unto the second floor of the Kitchen, and it's impossible to miss. Its wafting aroma may even reach below the floor, enticing you to come up out of curiosity. For those who come from Earth in particular, it's a smell that feels fond and nostalgic, invoking busy work days and people-watching by busy tables.

Almost true to the designated name of the month, there is an invitation to be swept away by the roast of coffee beans stirring the imagination. The air around here is unbelievably fragrant, almost sweet. And the amateur roast master for as long as supplies last is a dutiful figure - Roland Crane, in a simple polo shirt and an apron tied to his waist, standing behind the steel counter with an open crate of supplies from his recent purchase at the store. The communal coffee maker is there too, but his spread is more meticulous this time around. Two bags of coffee beans labeled 'hazelnut creme' and 'dark arabica' to one side, with batches already ground up. The portable grinder is small, but it matches the moka pot for espresso. Hot water already reaching the boil, with bottles lined up like they're ready for service: a couple of syrup selections, bottles of milk, cream, sugar, then finally the hero of the month: honey in various containers.

He's reading a book from the counter, head tilted down, but don't let that stop you from approaching. He's got something brewing, in more ways than one. In fact, as soon as he notices you, he'll offer a small smile, abandoning the task of reading altogether as he goes for his tools. Cups and mugs within reach, but he'll pretend to write something on them with his pen. An inside joke that may or may not connect, but he commits to the immersion anyway:

"Hey, welcome back. Don't worry, I remember you. And what you ordered last time. Heh."

Kick back. Relax. Have a cuppa of honey and coffee and let Roland the barista hear your tales of woe. Or joy? Whatever you're willing to share. He'll listen. He's got the experience, trust him.

(The tip jar to the very end of his work station is absolutely fake.)

02 - a moving target.
[ At the Gym, some time before mission information goes up and Roland heads straight into his usual business mode, you will find him with his pistol. But for those who have seen him in action already, there's something decidedly different this time around. The gun in his hand, although already more futuristic and magical in its design, is looking more spruced up. An extra barrel that makes it bulky, and the muzzle shaped odd. There's something there that was not there before.

And the only time you will see this for yourself is when he takes a deep breath...and aims at the makeshift targets from a distance. They're staggered, purposely left in random formations. When Roland shoots, his left hand holding the trigger, the usual sound of a gun firing filling the car...Until it stops and suddenly a grappling hook comes out instead. A weird combination, but it fires just as fast as the bullets and there's a struggle to reach the farthest dummy.

Unfortunately, it doesn't quite catch. And so Roland retracts it back, the fiber cable making a sharp whizzing sound as it returns to the gun. ]

[ He sighs. ] This is going to take some getting used to before I even think about making new moves.

[ Approach him here, for training, and he'll be a happy partner. ] Say, got something small I can use to try and grab with my new toy, here? I promise I won't break it. [ Roland nods, jokingly but also, how could he lie to you with such an earnest face? ]

03 - Wildcard!
[ For anything else you may want to do! Am on Discord < Titallenial#7701 > for plotting ideas. Am always open, and will follow your lead! ]

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[ Maybe it's the fact that Roland isn't so serious, or maybe it's since the mood is slowly starting to become so good, but Inigo isn't immediately dragged down by the slightest sign of getting scolded. Instead it slides off him like water off a duck's back, and Inigo continues eating.

Until that bottle appears, that is. Because the moment the mead is there on the table, Inigo is all eyes for it, happily grabbing it with both hands when it's nudged in his direction. It's like he has to make sure it's really there, and it is! ]

I completely forgot you had this!

[ Look, it's been an eventful while, alright. Between that weird void storm and the heavy platforms.. But look at this happy reunion now of Inigo with the mead.

He'll be good though and put it back on the table. ]

Can we-- Can we drink some now? [ Apparently just this is enough to turn Inigo into an eager puppy. ] Or should we save it for the next time we cook? [ UGH, BUT IT'S SO HARD TO RESIST THE MEAD. ]

[ Roland doesn't really react to the bottle of wine that Tidus suddenly produces, though he will admit he didn't take him to be the type to drink it by choice. For some reason, he imagines Tidus to be more of a beer teen...But then again, beer would give him a beer belly, and if's a pro-athlete, the ace blitzer, he definitely wouldn't have that unless someone offered it to him. Then would he be a cocktail kind of guy, with all its flavors?

Inigo, now Inigo was more of a wine kid, right? Princely, probably goes to fancy functions if he lived in a place like Roland did...He'd take him to those for certain, since Inigo was great with people. A natural with strangers, warm and inviting. As Roland thinks, his silence is only accompanied by glances up at the quiet car's ceiling, and soft hums when his imagination reaches its peak.

Though as he takes a bite out of the paella, rice piled on top of his fork with an oyster to match as a viand, he remembers something offhandedly. Finally commenting, eyes widening in recognition of such a thing. ]

Is that a red? [ He gestures to the bottle with one hand, the other covering his mouth politely. ] Too bad you don't have a white one. Maybe a chardonnay or a pinot gris. [ Then, he smiles as if happy to share such information. ] Reds for red meats, whites for white meats and food from the sea. The best pairings.

[ Don't mind him, he will return to his food now and imagines something else.

...God, if only he didn't waste his points on those beers... ]

I didn't bring it out to save it, [ Tidus laughs, waving his hand at Inigo and the drink. ] Open it! We said we'd eat and drink, right?

[ And they were doing one half of that now, though the cups had already been filled with water. That didn't matter, just pour that back! But in the meantime, let's listen to what Roland has to share.

Oh. Nerd drink talk!! Of course. Which gets a flat brow from Tidus (especially all those drink names....??), and then looking at that mead and. ... what does mead come under...it's yellow.... ]

Drink's a drink, right? We just got a bunch of bottles of this 'cause it was super cheap in Irivar. [ oh. Uh. ] I've got beer too, if you want that. Someone here made some, it's the stuff that was at Della's party.

[ Not that he took it from Della's party

or did he. ]

[ You don't have to tell Inigo twice that he can drink it. Especially when he's looking so excited about it. He's definitely already pouring the water in his cup back so he can instead put some of the mead in there, and he's already giving Tidus a look next to ask him if he wants some too - and if he does, Inigo will gladly do the same for him.

But before he can even get to Roland, Inigo too is most definitely thrown off by.. well, all those words all of a sudden.

They certainly weren't as fancy with wine names back in Inigo's own time, which means there are two confused teens here as to how to exactly place all this.

But rather than trying to find a response like Tidus, Inigo just gets curious, bottle still in hand. ]

You sound like you know a lot about this, Roland.

[ Roland tries his best not to describe things as 'cute', owing it up to both his experience with more eloquent words and because he thinks men like him have no business saying 'cute' anymore, his free pass for it long expired. But in the flurry of activity that follows, an excitement shared between the two of them that only adds to the enthusiastic mood of their meal, he would, at least to himself, describe this moment as cute. ]

[ He eats another forkful of paella, covering his mouth again, when his cheeks are not so full of rice. ]

Not really. Apart from that, I don't know a lick about appraising wine. I just drink what's served to me and hope my guests like it too.

[ As they empty out their water cups, returned to the pitcher sweating in its cold, Roland does not follow and instead sips carefully from his own cup before setting it back down dutifully. His eyes light up at a piece of shellfish hiding underneath his pile of paella, commentary offered a second time. ]

Oh, I think mead falls under white. Perfect. What're the odds?

[ Munch. ]

I can't believe we're talking about wine like we're a group of food snobs.

[ Sorry, but Tidus can't help but snort, though in reality, Roland might look exactly like the guy who'd fit the image of the older gentleman who likes to wine and dine and everything to be as it should be. Tidus waits for his food to go down, picks up the cup of mead he now has, just to taste a sip of it. It's been a while since Irivar, and -

yep. Just as sweet as he remembers it. ]

I ain't got anything to add. I drink when I'm with my teammates and that's it. [ Well. He places the cup back down. ] Or a date. But I don't go for it -- alcohol isn't that interesting to me. There's a lot more to food than getting drunk.

Smoothies are way better. [ His taco back in hand, he gestures with it at Inigo. ] Now that's what you wanna get if you buy another meal plan. A bunch of different smoothie ingredients! Everything I used to eat for practice was yoghurts, eggs, and fruits anyway, so most of it I made into smoothies.

[ It's still a smoothie even with oats in it, right? ]

[ Mead falls.. under white..?

Roland may as well have been speaking Chinese just now and Inigo would have understood just as much of it, but he smiles all the same. ]

Well, you already know more than I do. [ Not that that isn't a very, very low bar to clear, but still.. He shoves another bite of the paella into his mouth after he speaks, this time making sure to first chew and swallow before he speaks up again - looking at Tidus. ]

And hey, are you already telling me to get you more? [ He jokingly prods at the taco with his fork, though making sure to stop right in the air in front of it. He's not really out to steal Tidus's portion, after all. ] When I just made you all of this with Roland! What a demanding guy!

[ He knows Tidus didn't mean it that way, but can you blame him for wanting to poke a bit of fun at the other? Especially since Tidus got so pouty at the idea of them not wanting to eat with him, sheesh! ]

Sure though, I could get that sometime. Even though I have no idea what smoothies even are. [ Especially with those ingredients. ]

[ That is by far, one of the most Tidus-esque things to have ever come out of Tidus's mouth from this entire time that they've known each other. Of course he would say something about smoothies. Such that Roland must pause on taking another bite of his food for now and turns to Inigo to supplement an answer, cup of water in hand. ]

Smoothies are drinks that mix various, healthy ingredients together to create a meal replacement, or something to help tide you over until you get to eat solid food again. [ Had Roland been the type, this would be a great moment to hold up a finger in casual explanation. Alas. He will just fold his arms over his chest again. ] Ideally, they're packed with nutrients that can support fitness goals or needs. What Tidus's smoothies are made of seem to support an athlete's diet that requires immense amounts of protein replenishment after workouts.

[ Roland drinks some water before attempting for the fish taco, which he refuses to eat with his hands and will try to eat only with his fork and knife. He hides how nervous he is about how this might taste, if only because making tortillas seemed easier when Tidus was leading the charge. ] Smoothies can also be fun drinks, like just berries and milk. Or ice cream and cookies. [ Cut cut cut. Wow, the taco is falling apart! Nice. ] We can try making you a smoothie here, though I'm not sure how to do it without ah, the special machine. [ Did they have a blender...? Did they have space for one anyway? ]

[ He's also giving up on the taco and just eating it pastiche. It's art! Abstract fish taco on Fork! The boys will have their mead and Roland's going to attack these seafood wraps the way he wants to!! ]

You're like my living, breathing, explain-it-all how-to video, Rol.

[ If only Inigo would get the joke, but who even knows if Roland will? Regardless, that voice as he went and basically explained his own lifestyle. It's not like it wasn't handy and easier for him, considering it means he didn't have to go into anything... but still! ]

He's talking about a blender. [ To Inigo, since 'special machine' isn't help for Inigo. ] It mixes up everything up so there's no bits. You can do small blends too so you don't whisk everything into a smooth liquid - that's why they're called smoothies. [ To point it out. ]

Sounds like the athletes in Rol's worlds aren't that different from mine. But that's what meals were like for me: fruit smoothies in the morning before a workout, then something after. I saved the real meals for later in the day -- it's all about getting your protein in.

[ He then scoffs a little, a laugh at himself. Shaking his head as he spoons up some more of the paella. ]

But that was a lifetime ago... I haven't eaten like that for a whole year now! But it's good - I'll buy. My treat next stop. How about it? Let's hope the train keeps liking me and shoving points my way.

[ He's just assuming it. Even Irivar didn't go that badly, all things considered. ]

[ And thank god for the living, breathing, explain-it-all how-to video! Because Inigo is just getting a whole educational show on smoothies over here in the middle of dinner. He's so impressed by how easily and thoroughly Roland recalls all that that Inigo just goes completely silent while he listens.

(His taco eating won't even be noticed. Inigo is too much into this verbal equivalent of a Wikipedia page on smoothies now!) ]

Sure, we can try! Those don't sound like they'd be bad at all. [ And if Tidus is so used to them, of course Inigo is going to be curious about them too! He shoots a quick smile at Tidus, and then at Roland, lingering a bit more there. ] Thank you for explaining it to me.

[ Although the 'special machine' part.. yeah, it's a good thing Tidus added that part. All machines are special when you don't know a single one!

Though, on that thought.. Inigo thoughtfully chews another bite of food before swallowing it, looking a tad more awkward around the edges. ]

Sorry that you two always have to explain so much to me. It isn't bothering you, is it?

[ He shoves down the semi-violent thought of forcing the train to tell people how to earn their keep!!! since Inigo catches his attention right away.

Roland shakes his head, midway through tearing yet another poor fish taco apart, such needless, cutlery violence imposed upon finger foods to ever be seen this side of the void! He also speaks on behalf of Tidus, confident he feels no differently. ]

Of course not, pup. We're happy to do it. It's all about learning new and exciting things, after all. Especially in a place like this where so many different folks come together.

[ It's the beauty of it, despite their kidnapped circumstance. ]

I used to assume everyone could keep up with my references from the first and second world, you know. Big mistake. It caused quite a blunder on more than one occasion, so I say it's better to ask than to go about things as if you know them when you don't. [ This he says with the same patience and joy as the smoothie explanation, and takes to the fish taco when he has a breath to spare. Chews thoughtfully, before turning back to Tidus. ]

What smoothie ingredients are you getting? [ Then, back to Inigo. ] Do you have favorite fruits?

Plus, when's it ever been a big deal to me? I got used to it back on Spira. Just because you mind it when I don't know what a horse or a peggas is.

[ He words that last part huffily, clearly faux, a hoity-toity face put on before he drops it into a grin. Taking one of the oysters to try - he hasn't yet. Heck, did they even have these back on Gyueran...?

He's slurping one down just as the question comes. ...do you need to slurp with oysters? Tidus does!! ]

Mm? I wash gohna ask the train for wha'ever. [ Swallow. Okay, voice back! ] But we can make a list.

[ Depending on what fruit Inigo picks. All eyes are on him! ]

[ Through a mouthful of paella: ]

It's a-- [ Realising that he has lived long enough to have seen himself turn into the villain and doing exactly what Tidus is pointing out, Inigo immediately pipes down again, looking appropriately guilty as he chews the bite and swallows it. He just knows it can be weird when people don't have the same level of information as you do, especially about common things.

But he knows Roland and Tidus wouldn't lie to him, and he trusts them when he says they're okay with it. So after guiltily poking at the food on his plate for a moment, he instead thinks about the question, looking back up at the both of them. ]

Well, I like just about anything.. [ Inigo is far from a picky boy. ] Maybe strawberries? Or cherries?

...Tidus, you don't know what a horse is either?

[ Inigo's favorite fruits are absolutely well-received, but Roland can't help but latch on that little fact too. He says this after swallowing down a fish taco - and finally eating it with his fingers, goodness this was messy - and drinking some water to push it down. The way he says this isn't condescending either; more like he's in a state of wonder, that what happened before has happened again. Mentioning an Earth animal and Tidus not knowing about.

Roland's brows furrow and he nods, as if determined to do something. He is. ]

Hm. All right.

[ He doesn't voice out that he's probably going to buy him an animal book from earth next platform. Hopefully he'll have more than one point to his name then. But for now, don't mind him slicing through more food, wiping down stained fingers full of sauce and what have you. ]

You too? [ That's what Tidus takes from Roland's tone, the question; Tidus even brightening the tiniest bit, like he's found a fellow companion in the train where He Might've Been The Only one! Continuing without waiting- ] Yeah, one of Yuna's summons looked like a horse, or a kirin? That whole shape and a big horn on its head!

[ He pokes his fork upward to indicate to his own head, nearly flicking a grain of rice.

But as for smoothies...! He's even more confident there than describing horse-shapes. ]

Alright, so we'll put in cherries, strawberries, and other fruits for smoothies. No problem! Then we can take them to drink on a workout. I'll get a book on smoothies too. Something we can check out when we get other ingredients in. If you're not fussy on eating, they're great for replacing that. They'll be perfect for a guy like you.

[ What is up with that determination suddenly coming from Roland. Inigo knows that look in the guy's eyes by now, okay. It means he's got some sort of plan. And Inigo isn't sure what kind of plan to expect in this context - what, is Roland going to start a zoo to educate Tidus?

Inigo chooses not to question it though. Roland probably just wants to do something nice for the other - he's just like that. So instead Inigo eats a bit more before Tidus starts on the smoothie talk again, making Inigo curiously blink at him.

Especially that last statement. ]

Really? [ It's not like he could know. He knows about as little about smoothies as Tidus knows about horses. Even with Roland's educational video levels of explanation a few moments ago, it's not like Inigo has gotten to experience said smoothies for real yet. ] I mean, I trust you when you say it! But can those really replace other food?

[ They kind of sounded like just drinks! THEN WHAT WAS ALL THAT 'HEY INIGO SHOVE SPECIFICALLY SOME FOOD INTO YOUR MOUTH' HARASSMENT HE'S RECEIVED FROM PEOPLE ABOUT. ]

[ It's a smoothie or a dry pack of MRE again, Inigo. PICK WELL! ]

Yeah. It definitely can. In fact, plenty of items from the modern world have done the job of replacing full meals, though that's not to say you shouldn't eat the real deal. [ Roland nods sagely for a second before he picks at another oyster and chews on it thoughtfully, the edge of the fork resting against his lower lip. ] ...we have meal replacements right now, in the supply stores. They're not smoothies, but where I come from, I know of people who drink it instead of eating food. [ For reasons. He doesn't say though. ] It's nutritious but it's no freshly cooked paella.

[ Speaking of - ! He swallows down the oyster and turns to Tidus for a quick second, eyes suddenly wide and his hands grown still over utensils. ]

Hey, so. What's the verdict? Among the three of us, you're the guy cooking up a storm all the time. [ Roland takes a moment to glance at Inigo, as if meeting his eye to say this is it! The final judgment! ] Did we get it right? Does it taste, erm, good?

[ Tidus eating it without complaint is one thing, but Tidus actually giving feedback is something else altogether! ]

[ rip their MRE and nutrition drink orders :(

It's a fun conversation: not exciting, but thoughtful, maybe even good for a guy like Inigo. Wondering if something like smoothies would work for him than having to sit and eat, but even then, they'd need to have the right ingredients for such.

But then the attention is put on him, the question asked before. Tidus lifts his eyes, forgetting even he was meant to - or should - say anything about the food. A quick affirmation leaves him, ] Yeah, sure, it's good!, [ but he does lower his gaze, looking...sheepish when he has those few more seconds to reflect. And to see the spread before them of the food, the drinks.

Three plates on a table for those eating. Three plates... ]

I... I haven't gotten to eat like this in a while. I wish I could show you some of Zanarkand's recipes! And the spices- I'll have to order in sometime! Pay you both back.

[ But that's distracting him from what he wants, and means to say. A flickering glance at the two of them, 'til- ]

That is... thanks, you two. I really appreciate it.

[ After Roland gave him that look, of course Inigo is going to nudge the other's side with his elbow when Tidus gives that answer. There's nothing verbal added to it, not with how quickly the mood shifts a bit afterwards, but there's definitely an see, I told you it wasn't bad!! kind of implication to his nudge, especially with the smile he gives Roland. Don't be so worried about it! They did their best together, didn't they?

But Inigo's attention definitely shifts back to Tidus the moment he realises the sheepish quality to his words. At first he isn't too sure where this is going, what exactly is hiding under Tidus's words. What's making him so sheepish about all of this in the first place.

'In a while', huh.. How long? What exactly is Tidus thinking of? Eating with his teammates back home? Would that really get the other so weirdly emotional?

Inigo quietly contemplates it for a moment, but when he realises he can't quite figure it out with his single braincell, he just smiles sweetly - genuinely so. ]

Hey, it really is no problem. We can eat like this as often as you want, if you like it. [ It's a relatively low price to pay for Tidus's happiness. And the latter is priceless. ] I mean, I had no idea you'd like it this much. You should've told us.

[ Because Inigo knows Roland well enough too that he knows the other would have done this with him the moment they knew Tidus would need it or want it. They're both invested in his happiness. ]

[ If he were the type to let out a 'phew', he absolutely would. Instead, Roland nods quietly at Inigo to express his silent congratulations at a job well done.

But his attention is pulled immediately at the way Tidus says his thanks, the words catching on a little faster than what they might be implying. Roland smiles a little wider, happy that the surprise ended up the way that it did altogether. He's aware that Tidus's happy-go-lucky exterior was also prone to its own bouts of loneliness, and nobody could blame him for it. Certainly not Roland, not from what he's seen either. ]

That's right.

[ Might not be the best instance to take another bite, so he withholds. There's a point to be made here, and he's ready to lend that support when Inigo sets the bait. Invested indeed. ]

It's not something Inigo and I did just so you can pay us back. Besides, more than just the three of us eating, why don't we make it a kitchen to dinner project? You've got two willing assistants here, pro. Get those Zanarkand recipes up and we'll get our aprons on. It'll be served before you know it. Heh.

[ He's also never tasted dishes from other worlds before, sans Evermore, but that no longer counted. It's exciting! ]

[ Their words don't make him feel any less awkward, goofy, touched by their kindness, both the gift and what they say. It's just one of those things to put up with: a good thing, nothing bad about it. What's horrible about having friends be kind?

Even if it reminds him of home; the invitations to dinners, the faces of those who lived nearby. Fans, but neighbours too. Even he can still experience a familiar warmth like this.

Something he shouldn't be able to anymore, but... ]

Alright then. I'll get a book! [ Ahh- ] I need to write down everything I say I'll get... wasn't I supposed to get you something, Inigo?

[ Now that he thinks about it... another book? He thinks... ]

[ When he hears those words from Tidus, laughter spills across Inigo's lips before he even realises it. ]

Roland told you literally a moment ago that we didn't do this just so you can pay us back, and here you're already asking that?

[ Not that Inigo minds, really. He just seems amused. It's just nice to see. Tidus's natural attitude, his generosity. The infinite kindness that is only thinly veiled at best by the constant teasing - and huffing, when it comes to interactions with their favourite old man. ]

How about you get me a Tidus who won't complain when I hold his hand? [ At least this time it's very, very obvious he's joking. They went over the whole thing, after all, and Inigo knows that Tidus genuinely doesn't mind the affection - just has to get used to it. Hence why the saying comes with an obvious tease to his tone, Inigo's nose wrinkling up in his half-amused half-cheeky expression. ] Just kidding. I really enjoy the three of us eating together like this too. It sure makes coming to dinner a whole lot more rewarding.

[ Once upon a time, watching three eat by a dinner table was Roland's regular dining experience too. Granted, the child by his side then was much younger...but he can't help but drift to that image in his mind too, listening to them talk, Tidus and Inigo enjoying the company and the food laid before them. Yes, yes this was rewarding wasn't it? It reminded him of what was at stake; what he needed to protect.

He chuckles as soon as he swallows his food, pausing for now, feeling himself bloat already from the rice and the fish tacos. ]

A smoothie recipe book? [ Roland supplements, leaning back to cross his arms and sits content to watch them relaxed. ] Or the ingredients to one? Maybe both. Don't worry, I'll help you keep track. I'm the auditing guy, remember? Listing might cramp your style, heh. [ The joke comes easy enough, his smile turning into a smirk. ]

And speaking of the food too, do you have a favorite so far, pup? Taste testing them was one thing, but having a full serving will probably tell you more about the dish.

[ He turns to Inigo then, ready to take note of what he likes too. Things he would remember about them both, small but significant nonetheless. ]

Hey, I'm talking about before this! [ he says right back! ] There was a book, but I forgot! That's got nothing to do with feeling like I owe you for this, I get it.

[ He gestures out to the food, half a taco in one hand and few bits falling out as he does. A finger used to pick them back up and suck them off from there - five second rule!! ]

We'll need the ingredients for smoothies -- we'll make it the next meal. I'd buy a book, [ and he's already shaking his head, ] but how many of the right ingredients do we get? I'll take a look - we can make somethin' easy without a book anyway. Long as you have a blender, you're done in no time!

[ But yes, don't forget to answer audit daddy, Inigo. ]

[ Inigo shakes his head, this time his tone at least without any kind of (joking) scolding. ]

Well, if it's important, I'm sure it'll come back up. [ And in the meantime he sure isn't going to sweat it. Inigo isn't a picky boy! He's fine without a book. And with trying out smoothies.

And with any food, apparently, since Roland's question just makes him shrug a little at the other. It's not an indifferent shrug though, since something about Inigo seems thoughtful, but-- ]

I think all of this tastes pretty good, but I feel that way about pretty much everything on the train.

[ Despite.. his dumb eating habits.. Look, those have nothing to do with the quality of the food, it's just habit! ]

I haven't had fish that often before though, so that's nice! [ Even though he's not sure he'd call it his favourite. Does he even have one? ] It's certainly different than bear for once.

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