[ Adrian wants to protest that this is hardly about selling anything at all. He's being paraded around in a silly costume for the sake of abject humiliation and nothing else. There's no possible way that anyone in this dreadful attire would be doing any sort of productive work selling cabbages... Of course, registering that protest would require him to get a word in edgewise.
He's utterly baffled at first, but the veneer of timid uncertainty melts away as the man goes on. He is... incredibly passionate about cabbage, and something about his serious intensity about the subject draws attention to the absurdity of the whole situation. Weeks ago, he was preparing to fight a powerful vampire with hardly a night's sleep or a minute's certainty of the future. Now, he's learning about cabbage.
He nods studiously, as he would with any of his tutors. When the man seems finally done, he replies with the same serious tone: ] Right, of course. Lettuce is a sort of cabbage, isn't it? Perhaps that's the one?
[ Adrian rubs his chin for a moment before a smile escapes him, teasing but friendly. ] For yourself, I would recommend the spinach variety of cabbage. It aids in lowering one's blood pressure. Deep breath, if you please. [ He inclines his head. ] Were you a cook, then? Back home? Or an innkeeper, perhaps?
[ He's curious. The man has a certain... intensity that he has a hard time placing. Certainly, he's met cooks who run their kitchens like other men run a barracks, but that doesn't seem quite right for some reason or another. ]
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He's utterly baffled at first, but the veneer of timid uncertainty melts away as the man goes on. He is... incredibly passionate about cabbage, and something about his serious intensity about the subject draws attention to the absurdity of the whole situation. Weeks ago, he was preparing to fight a powerful vampire with hardly a night's sleep or a minute's certainty of the future. Now, he's learning about cabbage.
He nods studiously, as he would with any of his tutors. When the man seems finally done, he replies with the same serious tone: ] Right, of course. Lettuce is a sort of cabbage, isn't it? Perhaps that's the one?
[ Adrian rubs his chin for a moment before a smile escapes him, teasing but friendly. ] For yourself, I would recommend the spinach variety of cabbage. It aids in lowering one's blood pressure. Deep breath, if you please. [ He inclines his head. ] Were you a cook, then? Back home? Or an innkeeper, perhaps?
[ He's curious. The man has a certain... intensity that he has a hard time placing. Certainly, he's met cooks who run their kitchens like other men run a barracks, but that doesn't seem quite right for some reason or another. ]