[ Fern shrugs, though if the man doesn't want to try the juice based simply on her assessment of it, then that's fine. It's not like she grabbed a second one, so he'd have to go back into the store to try it.
Sausages she's familiar with, though. Then again, she was also familiar with juice, so there's no telling what she'll get. There's some sort of comfort in realizing this stranger is just as perplexed by the food as her, though. She feels a little less out of her depth as a result; they're sorting this out together.
She picks up the cup he pointed out and peers into it. These look decent enough, but before she eats them, she glances up and locks gazes with her fellow taste-tester. ]
Fine, but you try the next one.
[ She picks up one of the sausages between her clawed fingers and pops it in her mouth, chewing down with pointed fangs to pierce through the meat. Imagine her surprise when it does taste like sausage of some kind. It's not bad at all.
She makes a noise of approval as she chews, nodding to the stranger. That one might be worth actually shelling out money to get some more as an easy ration. Still not quite done chewing, she reports: ] There's no telling what meat they used for that, but beggars can't be choosers.
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[ Fern shrugs, though if the man doesn't want to try the juice based simply on her assessment of it, then that's fine. It's not like she grabbed a second one, so he'd have to go back into the store to try it.
Sausages she's familiar with, though. Then again, she was also familiar with juice, so there's no telling what she'll get. There's some sort of comfort in realizing this stranger is just as perplexed by the food as her, though. She feels a little less out of her depth as a result; they're sorting this out together.
She picks up the cup he pointed out and peers into it. These look decent enough, but before she eats them, she glances up and locks gazes with her fellow taste-tester. ]
Fine, but you try the next one.
[ She picks up one of the sausages between her clawed fingers and pops it in her mouth, chewing down with pointed fangs to pierce through the meat. Imagine her surprise when it does taste like sausage of some kind. It's not bad at all.
She makes a noise of approval as she chews, nodding to the stranger. That one might be worth actually shelling out money to get some more as an easy ration. Still not quite done chewing, she reports: ] There's no telling what meat they used for that, but beggars can't be choosers.