[It does take van Zieks a moment to parse what he's asking, but luckily he's able to intuit it. He thinks it over as he continues eating.]
Around holidays, we'd often have game pie. I'd join Klint for a hunt and the cooks would use whatever we brought back, along with wild mushrooms, and a red wine sauce. Though they're typically served cold, Klint preferred it served warm, and so that was what we did. I personally liked to have it with a bit of cranberry sauce as well. [But obviously, it's a favorite for more reasons than just the flavor.]
[ This is the information that delights Kaspar, in that subdued way of his. The detail van Zieks provides keeps his gaze enticed away from looking outside or to things he plans to fix later.
He has no idea whether van Zieks means fishing or if game is yet another strange meat related term from animals he never knew existed until arriving here ]
[He blinks. Well, maybe they don't hunt where Kaspar is from?? They are In A Mountain, he supposes that might as well be the case. It doesn't occur to him that there's basically no other meat options, that will have to come later.]
Ah, well, that's a catch-all term for a variety of meats that are common in sport hunting. Rabbit, pheasant, quail, venison, and such. The flavors will vary depending on what animals are included, but in general, these are wild animals rather than domestic ones, and thus their flavor is usually... hm. Deeper, more earthy, I suppose?
[ Not any type of hunting that van Zieks might think of. There were trying times in the distant past under the mountain. It is a wonder they eked out survival there at all. Meats that most humans from other worlds know of are still a mystery to him.
Kaspar finds he enjoys listening to him describe such things. The very type of sentiments over taste and feel that he has always struggled with in real time. But here, van Zieks makes it look easy.
He hums in understanding, without explaining the full depth of his ignorance. It is hardly relevant now that he endeavors to try his hand at making the things van Zieks mentioned today. Or some approximation of them. ]
[Pausing, before it occurs to him why Kaspar might be asking.]
That said, you certainly cannot extend any further hospitality to me before I return the favor. [No pie!!!! He already feels like he's imposing a little!!!]
[ Kaspar blinks, unused to being so easily read. It is brief, feeling seen for once. For some, it might be an unsettling thing, but for Kaspar it only brushes at his deeper need for being understood and puts color high on his cheeks.
He jokes airily and without the tone to indicate it as such, before returning to his pancakes-- ]
[ Kaspar believes him, smile warm despite the wave of his hand to dismiss the necessity of returned favors. He still plans to learn how to make them regardless. ]
That-My thoughts are hardly worth that much. But thank you, for your company and your kindness, but I really must be going. [Yes he's just running away because it's all become too much for him. He's standing up.]
[ Kaspar is nonplussed by this, though he supposes he must improve his food pairings with tea in the future. He nods without losing his calm smile, and without rising from where he reaches for his tea.
Something tells him his new friend would rather make the walk home alone. ]
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Around holidays, we'd often have game pie. I'd join Klint for a hunt and the cooks would use whatever we brought back, along with wild mushrooms, and a red wine sauce. Though they're typically served cold, Klint preferred it served warm, and so that was what we did. I personally liked to have it with a bit of cranberry sauce as well.
[But obviously, it's a favorite for more reasons than just the flavor.]
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He has no idea whether van Zieks means fishing or if game is yet another strange meat related term from animals he never knew existed until arriving here ]
What does, game taste like?
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Ah, well, that's a catch-all term for a variety of meats that are common in sport hunting. Rabbit, pheasant, quail, venison, and such. The flavors will vary depending on what animals are included, but in general, these are wild animals rather than domestic ones, and thus their flavor is usually... hm. Deeper, more earthy, I suppose?
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Kaspar finds he enjoys listening to him describe such things. The very type of sentiments over taste and feel that he has always struggled with in real time. But here, van Zieks makes it look easy.
He hums in understanding, without explaining the full depth of his ignorance. It is hardly relevant now that he endeavors to try his hand at making the things van Zieks mentioned today. Or some approximation of them. ]
... and do you prefer it warm, too?
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[Pausing, before it occurs to him why Kaspar might be asking.]
That said, you certainly cannot extend any further hospitality to me before I return the favor.
[No pie!!!! He already feels like he's imposing a little!!!]
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He jokes airily and without the tone to indicate it as such, before returning to his pancakes-- ]
You cook, as well?
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I... do not... so I will have to find some other way to return your favor.
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Your thoughts, are favor enough.
[ Van Zieks is a great taste tester. ]
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[STOP BEING NICE TO HIM?? IT'S CONFUSING!!!!]
That-My thoughts are hardly worth that much. But thank you, for your company and your kindness, but I really must be going.
[Yes he's just running away because it's all become too much for him. He's standing up.]
Capping this offfff
Something tells him his new friend would rather make the walk home alone. ]