"It's amazing," she says, and doesn't bother to stop chewing to do so; it would be a little embarrassing, if she bothered with being embarrassed, which she doesn't. For as close as she keeps her emotions most of the time - and she does; it's the reason Jacob is questioning now if she'd been as anxious, as pleased that he'd liked her casserole as he is about his offerings - she doesn't mind showing her genuine enjoyment of this.
Even the bread is delicious. Good lord. She uses it to wipe up the sauce from her first helping before going back for a second.
"We don't really have spices anymore. Just what we can grow or find, and that goes pretty quick when you're trying to feed a community through winter." She's been involved in those discussions; she is, often, on the side of practicality over luxury. "You said you grew up with this though?"
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Date: 2022-11-07 08:55 pm (UTC)Even the bread is delicious. Good lord. She uses it to wipe up the sauce from her first helping before going back for a second.
"We don't really have spices anymore. Just what we can grow or find, and that goes pretty quick when you're trying to feed a community through winter." She's been involved in those discussions; she is, often, on the side of practicality over luxury. "You said you grew up with this though?"