Whatever strikes him as important, huh? Angeal takes a moment to ponder over that one, gaze sweeping over the hall as he takes in the various people and items which are about.

Not that it really takes too much thinking, really. But he has to at least pretend to consider the question, you know? "I suppose it would be about the food," he says at last. "Even if the locals were entirely good-hearted, they would be reluctant to give away any food that they couldn't afford to. While we're in a really bustling harvest season right now, winter hits hard right after it, and then you can't really harvest or plant much of anything. That we're being not only being given food, but that some of it is even things like meat, is proof that they're managing decently enough over here.

"Sure, there's a god around or whatever, but Charlie is giving me the impression that he's not really grown into any kind of aggressive authority as of right now, so I don't think he'd push if it wasn't something easily procured."