( that must have been something the knave taught them or perhaps their days before coming to the house of the hearth had assisted in their outlook of what they should be grateful for. it does make her a little sad that they can't be picky, even furina is picky herself before when she played archon, but nowadays, she can only take what her mora can buy. )
The meat is the important part to every lasagna! Which...
( furina's taking a few steps away from arlecchino to start guiding the harbinger towards the colder section of the display. various meats are wrapped and the origin of each slab or ground meat listed atop: sumpter beast, scorpion, cacaua goat and all sorts presented for them to choose from. )
Meat from Sumeru tends to be really flavorful, you have to avoid heavy seasonings or it'll be too overwhelming.
( she points to the mora price and then how many pounds they are, there are some that are way too high even for her. dumbo will get a good look at everything too because furina is keeping him close in her other hand as she looks over everything. )
Ground venison would be nice, ground fluff-fleece goat is healthier but has this gamey flavor... ( but those are so expensive, it doesn't matter, she's already picking up the latter to set into the basket along with ground up sumpter meat to place there as well. ) This meat here will do, especially it saves on how many ingredients you need to buy.
[ Arlecchino follows along with rare compliance, acting faithfully in her role as the student. She listens closely when Furina speaks and looks where Furina points, for all the world taking the lesson to heart. Noting also that Furina has finally seemed to overcome her nervousness... for now. When meats are selected, Arlecchino obligingly receives them into their basket as their beast of burden. ]
A prudent thought. An overabundance in the number of ingredients often leads to waste and disorder in the kitchen. Children often don't have the patience to deal with too much prep work. The faster the cooking can start, the better.
[ Hence, the barbecue enjoyment. Yes, their "Father" enjoys the pure flavor of grilled meat, but the children enjoy the simplicity of the preparation as well.
As they make their way through the market, their fellow shoppers appear to experience a multitude of reactions. Some seem starstruck by Furina, perhaps even considering approaching her... while others seem nervous or bewildered by The Knave, whether or not they recognize her for who she is. For now, the two forces seem to cancel each other out, and Furina and Arlecchino are given their berth. ]
( no, she's still nervous, but food is something she can focus on that fixes everything! arlecchino must not give her too much credit or she'll find out that certain activities takes her mind off the real problem at hand. ipad baby, but shopping in the store baby. )
Disorder isn't as bad, I believe the children could be creative and surprised at what they're able to make. Flavors that are yet known to man can be found in a single person's kitchen!
( she doesn't realize the people who wish to approach nor their reservations at who is furina with. it's not that the fontanians are aware of who comes and goes within their nation, and while some are reminded of who exactly the knave is, there are others who pull their friend to steer out of the way and a few wishing they had a kamera to take a picture.
furina comes to a stop at the vegetables, she's already picking things up like celery and lettuce, skipping the jalapenos, and making sure a head a spinach is set inside as well. it's with a snap of her fingers will bubbles form around her hand before fluttering down in the basket to build a small wall between the meat and what she just put in. )
While we're here, a salad will also be nice, as well as refreshing. Is there a certain way you enjoy yours?
( it's from a distance, but there's a click, flash... nothing that furina notices. )
[ The click and flash don't escape Arlecchino's notice. She catches the face of the photographer before it retreats in a panic, disappearing around the nearest shelf.
As a Snezhnayan diplomat, The Knave enjoys photographic exemption from all news publications unless the paper gains permission to include her visage. In that regard, she has nothing to worry about from reputable sources like The Steambird. However, there are all kinds of ways to twist the laws to one's advantage, especially if one is writing for one of Fontaine's... less savory publications. Rumor-mongering, sensational photo editing, and baseless speculation will draw eyes regardless of how suspect the sources are.
No matter. The Knave has a great eye for faces, and it just so happens that she has time to spare. It will be a small task to ensure that no one is feeling irresponsible about any photos taken today.
So the salad. She looks back to Furina, expression unchanged. ]
As you said, a salad should be light and refreshing. I don't subscribe to mixing them with heavy meats and thick dressings.
[ She automatically rearranges the items in the basket around Furina's bubble barrier for efficiency of space. That's really her only function now, seeing as how Furina has gotten into her shopping groove. The basket has started to gain a decent amount of heft... ]
This is turning out to be quite the comprehensive meal.
[ She's no longer certain if Furina is shopping for the children, herself, Arlecchino, or all of the above. ]
( remember she came here for macaroni and to act as though she were shopping for the children, but now? there's more to her actions as she stares at the rapidly growing basked of a few items that could feed quite a few. )
Giving those children a chance of something nice, that way they don't have to spend their money so soon.
( she doesn't recall ever having the chance to have something called an allowance. furina was simply created and bided her time, waiting for someone to notice her, talk to her, and then was placed upon the grand stage of life. it's why she believes that the children should hold onto what they have, if only for a little bit longer. )
You could say a treat from the old heart of Fontaine, but... I don't expect them to react positively hearing its from me.
( without giving arlecchino time to refute that, furina's already walking away from where she was to take a look at where everything else is placed. what would make a decent side for the food already chosen, or should she keep it as simple as she has now: lasagna and salad.
[ Arlecchino regards the smaller woman's back as she walks away. That's quite the bit of self-deprecation. The Knave could have guessed that Furina would act more humbly in her new capacity as a "normal" Fontainian, especially given her newly modest way of life, but the depth of that apparently humility is unexpected.
There are things she planned to bring up later, perhaps in the comfort of tea and a nice cool seating area, but upon further reflection, Furina may find it easier to express herself in the most casual of casual settings that is the marketplace. The Knave can accept that she herself probably looks less overbearing with a basket in hand full of lettuce and lasagna layers -- and that not having to endure her direct stare might do wonders for one's ease of mind.
She waits for Furina to pause at the next item before speaking up again. ]
Miss Furina. Have you ever known what it's like to be a child?
( did she say too much? here she was hoping for "oh, that's nice miss furina that you want to be helpful in ways that you failed before", but that's not what she gets. instead, she's given something so unfamiliar and unusual that she turns her head to look at arlecchino to try and find what reason she's posing that question.
what it's like to be... a child... that's not something she can easily answer. thinking over the groups of children she's seen through her years as an immortal, she's never actually experienced that sort of freedom. upon her creation, it's not like she was a concept that started off as a child, she was probably a small whimsical idea in focalor's mind. outside of it, she was like this, has always been like this, and so the answer is obvious with how long furina keeps herself quiet. )
E-Excuse me!! ...Let me think about it! ( she already knows, that's why she was silent, but she doesn't know what sort of answer arlecchino is looking for. is that the curiosity of someone finally realizing that furina is an odd character implemented in the story line of the world who should have never existed? )
But what of you! Since you want to bring up childhoods...
[ Furina's poor attempt at deflection earns a musing little hum. The Knave had the opportunity for a nice long chat with the Iudex after the prophecy was fulfilled. In the aftermath of averted crisis, they had the luxury of being slightly more frank with each other. The full details behind Focalors's machinations may never be fully disclosed to the public, but The Knave was made privy to just enough to get an idea. She was, after all, already on truth's doorstep, and Neuvillette could be surprisingly forthright with information when asked the right questions.
All the same, she'll let Furina disclose as much or as little as she likes. ]
I am a human, so yes. I do recall what it was like to be a child. It is something I take care to draw upon, given that a number of children are now in my care.
[ A mere few... ]
Adults often fall into the trap of thinking that children are fragile, but they conflate a lack of physical strength with a lack of emotional strength. I fear that you, too, have become one such adult.
Therefore, I invite you to Hotel Bouffes d'ete. Clear your misconceptions — and if you truly wish to treat the children, then understand who it is you're treating.
( what is she trying to say, that furina doesn't understand children... she can't say that the fatui children are a little different from the children she knows, but is that even her place? that's rude, but she is a little offended that she's one of those adults.
luckily, dumbo, is out of the fire of being squeezed to death because furina's already turning to face the knave with her attention officially on her. )
I'm human, too! ( somewhat, not completely, she is something else but she's unable to be the same as arlecchino in terms of childhood. furina did not get to live a life where she were offer difficulties due to her stature and actions. if anything, she had already had the perfect look of an adult who would be able to rule a nation with the snap of her fingers.
those were her battles to not be seen or seen through whereas she could never tell or be able to begin to understand what the other's childhood may have been. )
I mean... ( has she misplaced her good will, what is she doing wrong this time? furina won't fuss, but it's telling on her face as her eyes shift downcast, and a sigh leaves from her lips. she's supposed to have this down pact already, but asking if this is the best way to go about it seems rhetorical.
the knave wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't. )
I...
( she doesn't want to mess up again. ) I'm sorry... for speaking out of place.
[ Arlecchino is usually happy to leave her words open to interpretation. The uncertainty stirred in others will handily put them on their back foot, and they end up conjuring whichever assumptions match the reputation she (and her colleagues) have cultivated for herself over the years. A tactic useful to her when acting as a Harbinger and diplomat, and even as a "Father." Fear bends to power, and power is her currency.
In this particular instance, however, she can admit that her usual way of speaking is producing the opposite of the desired effect. Furina's flash of spirit she can abide by, but the following deflation catches her off guard. She would cross her arms if she weren't acting as a grocery mule. ]
And just where is your place, Miss Furina?
[ It's a direct question that seeks a genuine answer. But her tone is too blunt, and she understands that it may sound like a provocation to someone already expressing remorse.
Her gaze lifts away from Furina to find some random bottle on a shelf, easing the pressure of her strange eyes. ]
No matter. The invitation stands, should you be open to it. The children embrace any opportunity to entertain a guest.
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The meat is the important part to every lasagna! Which...
( furina's taking a few steps away from arlecchino to start guiding the harbinger towards the colder section of the display. various meats are wrapped and the origin of each slab or ground meat listed atop: sumpter beast, scorpion, cacaua goat and all sorts presented for them to choose from. )
Meat from Sumeru tends to be really flavorful, you have to avoid heavy seasonings or it'll be too overwhelming.
( she points to the mora price and then how many pounds they are, there are some that are way too high even for her. dumbo will get a good look at everything too because furina is keeping him close in her other hand as she looks over everything. )
Ground venison would be nice, ground fluff-fleece goat is healthier but has this gamey flavor... ( but those are so expensive, it doesn't matter, she's already picking up the latter to set into the basket along with ground up sumpter meat to place there as well. ) This meat here will do, especially it saves on how many ingredients you need to buy.
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A prudent thought. An overabundance in the number of ingredients often leads to waste and disorder in the kitchen. Children often don't have the patience to deal with too much prep work. The faster the cooking can start, the better.
[ Hence, the barbecue enjoyment. Yes, their "Father" enjoys the pure flavor of grilled meat, but the children enjoy the simplicity of the preparation as well.
As they make their way through the market, their fellow shoppers appear to experience a multitude of reactions. Some seem starstruck by Furina, perhaps even considering approaching her... while others seem nervous or bewildered by The Knave, whether or not they recognize her for who she is. For now, the two forces seem to cancel each other out, and Furina and Arlecchino are given their berth. ]
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Disorder isn't as bad, I believe the children could be creative and surprised at what they're able to make. Flavors that are yet known to man can be found in a single person's kitchen!
( she doesn't realize the people who wish to approach nor their reservations at who is furina with. it's not that the fontanians are aware of who comes and goes within their nation, and while some are reminded of who exactly the knave is, there are others who pull their friend to steer out of the way and a few wishing they had a kamera to take a picture.
furina comes to a stop at the vegetables, she's already picking things up like celery and lettuce, skipping the jalapenos, and making sure a head a spinach is set inside as well. it's with a snap of her fingers will bubbles form around her hand before fluttering down in the basket to build a small wall between the meat and what she just put in. )
While we're here, a salad will also be nice, as well as refreshing. Is there a certain way you enjoy yours?
( it's from a distance, but there's a click, flash... nothing that furina notices. )
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As a Snezhnayan diplomat, The Knave enjoys photographic exemption from all news publications unless the paper gains permission to include her visage. In that regard, she has nothing to worry about from reputable sources like The Steambird. However, there are all kinds of ways to twist the laws to one's advantage, especially if one is writing for one of Fontaine's... less savory publications. Rumor-mongering, sensational photo editing, and baseless speculation will draw eyes regardless of how suspect the sources are.
No matter. The Knave has a great eye for faces, and it just so happens that she has time to spare. It will be a small task to ensure that no one is feeling irresponsible about any photos taken today.
So the salad. She looks back to Furina, expression unchanged. ]
As you said, a salad should be light and refreshing. I don't subscribe to mixing them with heavy meats and thick dressings.
[ She automatically rearranges the items in the basket around Furina's bubble barrier for efficiency of space. That's really her only function now, seeing as how Furina has gotten into her shopping groove. The basket has started to gain a decent amount of heft... ]
This is turning out to be quite the comprehensive meal.
[ She's no longer certain if Furina is shopping for the children, herself, Arlecchino, or all of the above. ]
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( remember she came here for macaroni and to act as though she were shopping for the children, but now? there's more to her actions as she stares at the rapidly growing basked of a few items that could feed quite a few. )
Giving those children a chance of something nice, that way they don't have to spend their money so soon.
( she doesn't recall ever having the chance to have something called an allowance. furina was simply created and bided her time, waiting for someone to notice her, talk to her, and then was placed upon the grand stage of life. it's why she believes that the children should hold onto what they have, if only for a little bit longer. )
You could say a treat from the old heart of Fontaine, but... I don't expect them to react positively hearing its from me.
( without giving arlecchino time to refute that, furina's already walking away from where she was to take a look at where everything else is placed. what would make a decent side for the food already chosen, or should she keep it as simple as she has now: lasagna and salad.
oh! she really shouldn't forget her macaroni. )
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There are things she planned to bring up later, perhaps in the comfort of tea and a nice cool seating area, but upon further reflection, Furina may find it easier to express herself in the most casual of casual settings that is the marketplace. The Knave can accept that she herself probably looks less overbearing with a basket in hand full of lettuce and lasagna layers -- and that not having to endure her direct stare might do wonders for one's ease of mind.
She waits for Furina to pause at the next item before speaking up again. ]
Miss Furina. Have you ever known what it's like to be a child?
[ The Knave knows the answer, but asks anyway. ]
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what it's like to be... a child... that's not something she can easily answer. thinking over the groups of children she's seen through her years as an immortal, she's never actually experienced that sort of freedom. upon her creation, it's not like she was a concept that started off as a child, she was probably a small whimsical idea in focalor's mind. outside of it, she was like this, has always been like this, and so the answer is obvious with how long furina keeps herself quiet. )
E-Excuse me!! ...Let me think about it! ( she already knows, that's why she was silent, but she doesn't know what sort of answer arlecchino is looking for. is that the curiosity of someone finally realizing that furina is an odd character implemented in the story line of the world who should have never existed? )
But what of you! Since you want to bring up childhoods...
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All the same, she'll let Furina disclose as much or as little as she likes. ]
I am a human, so yes. I do recall what it was like to be a child. It is something I take care to draw upon, given that a number of children are now in my care.
[ A mere few... ]
Adults often fall into the trap of thinking that children are fragile, but they conflate a lack of physical strength with a lack of emotional strength. I fear that you, too, have become one such adult.
Therefore, I invite you to Hotel Bouffes d'ete. Clear your misconceptions — and if you truly wish to treat the children, then understand who it is you're treating.
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( what is she trying to say, that furina doesn't understand children... she can't say that the fatui children are a little different from the children she knows, but is that even her place? that's rude, but she is a little offended that she's one of those adults.
luckily, dumbo, is out of the fire of being squeezed to death because furina's already turning to face the knave with her attention officially on her. )
I'm human, too! ( somewhat, not completely, she is something else but she's unable to be the same as arlecchino in terms of childhood. furina did not get to live a life where she were offer difficulties due to her stature and actions. if anything, she had already had the perfect look of an adult who would be able to rule a nation with the snap of her fingers.
those were her battles to not be seen or seen through whereas she could never tell or be able to begin to understand what the other's childhood may have been. )
I mean... ( has she misplaced her good will, what is she doing wrong this time? furina won't fuss, but it's telling on her face as her eyes shift downcast, and a sigh leaves from her lips. she's supposed to have this down pact already, but asking if this is the best way to go about it seems rhetorical.
the knave wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't. )
I...
( she doesn't want to mess up again. ) I'm sorry... for speaking out of place.
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In this particular instance, however, she can admit that her usual way of speaking is producing the opposite of the desired effect. Furina's flash of spirit she can abide by, but the following deflation catches her off guard. She would cross her arms if she weren't acting as a grocery mule. ]
And just where is your place, Miss Furina?
[ It's a direct question that seeks a genuine answer. But her tone is too blunt, and she understands that it may sound like a provocation to someone already expressing remorse.
Her gaze lifts away from Furina to find some random bottle on a shelf, easing the pressure of her strange eyes. ]
No matter. The invitation stands, should you be open to it. The children embrace any opportunity to entertain a guest.