[ She stares at the food, obvious hunger on her face, but she's afraid if she doesn't move slowly she will swallow it whole. She takes another sip of water, her lips compressed tightly around the cup, and frowning at the food. It takes her time to begin to cut it apart and put it into her mouth, and her hands shake while she does it. If nothing else, it illustrates she values control over herself quite highly.
She sits back before she can become too engrossed in the food, offering softly, ]
I find it strange to meet a lord who cooks. Is that your custom?
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[ She stares at the food, obvious hunger on her face, but she's afraid if she doesn't move slowly she will swallow it whole. She takes another sip of water, her lips compressed tightly around the cup, and frowning at the food. It takes her time to begin to cut it apart and put it into her mouth, and her hands shake while she does it. If nothing else, it illustrates she values control over herself quite highly.
She sits back before she can become too engrossed in the food, offering softly, ]
I find it strange to meet a lord who cooks. Is that your custom?