( he scans through the menu that was given to him by the host before they departed. much of the menu of red cardinal, to his eye, looks like traditional chinese food, though there are a few things on there that catch his attention. one in particular is a staple of japanese comfort food which, upon seeing it there on the menu, gives him a very peculiar pang of homesickness. there’s very little about earth or japan that he really misses, but… for whatever reason, the style in hell—from fashion to architecture to mannerisms to cuisine to even the relative level of technological advancement—was kind of european, victorian. so while there’s no one on earth he misses or no place there he’d rather be, he does miss the food. the more european-style faire just doesn’t feel quite as satisfying, for whatever reason.
he looks at drinks as well, which brings to mind a question he might ask. )
Do you drink? ( he glances up from the menu. ) Well, probably not on Earth… ( he had avoided it in hell as well, even if no one there gave a fig about “drinking age.” he typically said that as a joke, in order to refuse, though truth be told he typically did because he wanted to keep his mind clear. ) But here, I mean.
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( he scans through the menu that was given to him by the host before they departed. much of the menu of red cardinal, to his eye, looks like traditional chinese food, though there are a few things on there that catch his attention. one in particular is a staple of japanese comfort food which, upon seeing it there on the menu, gives him a very peculiar pang of homesickness. there’s very little about earth or japan that he really misses, but… for whatever reason, the style in hell—from fashion to architecture to mannerisms to cuisine to even the relative level of technological advancement—was kind of european, victorian. so while there’s no one on earth he misses or no place there he’d rather be, he does miss the food. the more european-style faire just doesn’t feel quite as satisfying, for whatever reason.
he looks at drinks as well, which brings to mind a question he might ask. )
Do you drink? ( he glances up from the menu. ) Well, probably not on Earth… ( he had avoided it in hell as well, even if no one there gave a fig about “drinking age.” he typically said that as a joke, in order to refuse, though truth be told he typically did because he wanted to keep his mind clear. ) But here, I mean.