Gaia does grimace when Sephiroth points out that onions aren't- really- a standalone food.
"Yes, but look, that'll be one less flavor item at least. And maybe someone knows a recipe. I heard popoto..." she pauses short on the word before correcting herself, "pardon, potato are easy to store." And potatoes and onions are said to go together, or so she's overheard... somewhere. "...And you can certainly put onions in salad."
But how about that lettuce over the winter?
She takes a deep breath and gives Sephiroth a wry smile. "Thanks. And you're right. At least I did win. And if I'm going to be honest, I didn't mind the other game." The 'miss' penalties were something she could have done without but they were temporary.
"If nothing else, maybe I can barter the onions." If the locals will trust her and the fae goods. She'll stare at the other teen there for a moment when he brings up the stranger who yelled about not having vegetables. "...What sort of person yells at a person for not having vegetables at a festival?"
...Gaia's getting the feeling that this 'proving a point' thing Sephiroth muttered about earlier is the right thing to do. And it's clear she thinks it's bizarre behavior to be fussed about, given the circumstances. She looks down at what she's grabbed from the offerings on the table.
"I've liked everything you picked so far, if that means anything."
And she'll be leaving that half of the conversation with that, because Sephiroth brings up something she's been thinking about herself. And not just because of what's appearing on other people. Gaia's eyes shift to the side momentarily, her features becoming quite sober and a little uncomfortable.
"Yes. It's..." ...it's a relief to see it's not just happening to her. Comforting is perhaps a better word. "...It's happening to me, too as you know." She's probably at least been seen with the beginning nubs of horns which are currently hidden under all that hair. Maybe some of the patches of scale that are starting to pattern down her spine. At least near the top of her neck.
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"Yes, but look, that'll be one less flavor item at least. And maybe someone knows a recipe. I heard popoto..." she pauses short on the word before correcting herself, "pardon, potato are easy to store." And potatoes and onions are said to go together, or so she's overheard... somewhere. "...And you can certainly put onions in salad."
But how about that lettuce over the winter?
She takes a deep breath and gives Sephiroth a wry smile. "Thanks. And you're right. At least I did win. And if I'm going to be honest, I didn't mind the other game." The 'miss' penalties were something she could have done without but they were temporary.
"If nothing else, maybe I can barter the onions." If the locals will trust her and the fae goods. She'll stare at the other teen there for a moment when he brings up the stranger who yelled about not having vegetables. "...What sort of person yells at a person for not having vegetables at a festival?"
...Gaia's getting the feeling that this 'proving a point' thing Sephiroth muttered about earlier is the right thing to do. And it's clear she thinks it's bizarre behavior to be fussed about, given the circumstances. She looks down at what she's grabbed from the offerings on the table.
"I've liked everything you picked so far, if that means anything."
And she'll be leaving that half of the conversation with that, because Sephiroth brings up something she's been thinking about herself. And not just because of what's appearing on other people. Gaia's eyes shift to the side momentarily, her features becoming quite sober and a little uncomfortable.
"Yes. It's..." ...it's a relief to see it's not just happening to her. Comforting is perhaps a better word. "...It's happening to me, too as you know." She's probably at least been seen with the beginning nubs of horns which are currently hidden under all that hair. Maybe some of the patches of scale that are starting to pattern down her spine. At least near the top of her neck.
Who else is she going to have check for her?