[... Is that "awesome"? Hayame puzzles over that for more than three seconds, which she views as a somewhat unacceptable amount of time, but. ... She is in a foreign world full of foreign people. Perhaps in this land of Space it is... awesome. It will be real meat, after all. Theoretically.
It smells like beef anyway. Jinba have sharp noses- not comparable to a bloodhound, by any means, but better than a human's. And perhaps it is the sauce he speaks of, that spike of sweet scent that came along with it. Whatever it was... it makes one of her stomachs rumble in discontent over its emptiness.
And sure, someone in the crowds they maneuver through bumps into her equine shoulder and doesn't apologize, and Hayame has to take a moment to snarl at them to watch themselves, but they're back on track once the Springstar citizen is cowed by a flash of fangs far too sharp to belong to someone who looked half-horse and half-woman. Upon reaching the restaurant, which seems to her more like a window in a wall hiding a busy kitchen...
There is a slight problem. She already knew she would not be able to ea her fill, but the smell has stimulated her dryad-cursed appetite in a way that does not match the meager coins she has earned disgracing herself as a packhorse on the fringes of Springstar and Highstorm, and just before they are called to order-]
How much do they charge for these "donairs"?
[... There are about five different signs plastered all over the stall and area announcing the pricing information for the various menu items, and she'd definitely looked at the text, but. ... Just answer the question.]
i had to go get a kebab in nagoya bc of this gd thread
It smells like beef anyway. Jinba have sharp noses- not comparable to a bloodhound, by any means, but better than a human's. And perhaps it is the sauce he speaks of, that spike of sweet scent that came along with it. Whatever it was... it makes one of her stomachs rumble in discontent over its emptiness.
And sure, someone in the crowds they maneuver through bumps into her equine shoulder and doesn't apologize, and Hayame has to take a moment to snarl at them to watch themselves, but they're back on track once the Springstar citizen is cowed by a flash of fangs far too sharp to belong to someone who looked half-horse and half-woman. Upon reaching the restaurant, which seems to her more like a window in a wall hiding a busy kitchen...
There is a slight problem. She already knew she would not be able to ea her fill, but the smell has stimulated her dryad-cursed appetite in a way that does not match the meager coins she has earned disgracing herself as a packhorse on the fringes of Springstar and Highstorm, and just before they are called to order-]
How much do they charge for these "donairs"?
[... There are about five different signs plastered all over the stall and area announcing the pricing information for the various menu items, and she'd definitely looked at the text, but. ... Just answer the question.]