[The cat ears are... certainly something, which Charles is mostly ignoring. There's a slinky, slimy cat god back in his world that he would rather not be reminded of right now, despite the fact that Zane's slow, sideways smile isn't dissimilar.
Food, though. That's a subject he'd much rather latch onto, and he quickly does.]
Yeah. That'd be aces.
[Fish is something he used to like, right? Fried, though, from the chippy down the way. He can't remember the taste, or the smell, but he can remember the cute girl who worked at the counter, and the jingling bells on the front door.]
Better than the broth I had earlier, at least. [Which was basically just warm water with an odd smell; he hadn't taken more than a sip.]
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Food, though. That's a subject he'd much rather latch onto, and he quickly does.]
Yeah. That'd be aces.
[Fish is something he used to like, right? Fried, though, from the chippy down the way. He can't remember the taste, or the smell, but he can remember the cute girl who worked at the counter, and the jingling bells on the front door.]
Better than the broth I had earlier, at least. [Which was basically just warm water with an odd smell; he hadn't taken more than a sip.]