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"Perhaps i can meet the chef?" I'm curious to see what a half cat half-human looks like

*He smiles.* Of course you can.

*The chef is a black cat with golden eyes, human below the neck save for a twitching tail. He's dreadfully busy, but a quick handshake and a moment or two of pride is managed before he's called away again.*

He's quite a pretty cat, but then I like cats generally. They're such charming creatures.

"It just goes to show that if you gave cats opposable thumbs, they would rule the world." she says taking another large mouthful of deliciousness. "The culinary world at least."

Cats already rule the world, as far as they're concerned.

The giggle rumbles through her chest. He's so right.

I'd offer to trade you for some of that fish, but I doubt you want to try this.

Without meaning to her gaze flies up to him and accidentally lands on the food in front of him.

"Oh no." A wave of revulsion surges across her stomach and she puts her hand to her mouth. She turns her head away as quickly as possible " definitely not."

Cry thy pardon for mentionin' it. I don't mean ta spoil things for ta, that just looks good is all.

*He starts eating faster, so she won't have to see it for long. He can always come back, after all, ad he'd rather not upset his new friend if he can help it.*

" no it's ok it's ok," she says with her head turned so very firmly away from his Direction. "My fault. I shouldn't have looked. You are more than welcome to try some of the fish."

*He only takes a little, since he can't offer his meal back.* It is quite good, aye, though I still prefer mine. I can't help it, sai; this be my nature.

"Please, there's no need to apologise. We can't help our nature. I'm just being squeamish. I didn't realise I would be to be honest, it's taking me by surprise."

You met this one, sai, an' did not hate him. 'Tis only natural for that ta change things for ya. That I'm not affected by such be result o' demon blood an' a harsh life both. *He takes a bite and chews it thoughtfully.* It helps that he asked for this, say true; he gave of flesh and blood for me, how can I deny that?

To willingly offer himself up to Mordred is the step she cannot fathom. But he seems to accept it as if this is a common occurrence. "Does that happen everywhere you go?"

Few places are inhabited by taheen and can-toi. In ones that are, like this? Aye; the old an' the maimed think it a better death than simple suicide or the further ravages o' time. I am both prince and demi-god to them, such a death is sacrifice.

All this talk of death suicide and sacrifice is not good for her appetite. She looks around for the mousey headed server who is hovering nearby. " excuse me, do you think I could have a drink please?"

*She is promptly offered the wine list. Mordred still counts as too young for wine, apparently, so he gets a strawberry lemonade mix instead.*

She doesnt know much about wine, so the list is fairly meaningless to her. She selects based on the name sounding pretty, and points to it. When the wine arrives it turns out to be a white, pale and floral.

*It's pretty good wine, as it turns out. Where it came from, God only knows.* Enjoyin' yourself?

The wine leaves a nice warm feeling in her tummy. "Yes, thank you."

Good, I'm glad. I brought ya here for just that reason, after all.

"It all feels a little bit overwhelming but I am enjoying myself so far." She takes another swig of wine and resumes eating the fish, there's no point in letting it go to waste and they went to a lot of trouble for her. " am I the first person that you have brought to your world?"

The first time that I didn't need the help, but not the very first.

She is surprised by this answer. "Who was the first?"

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Some folken who helped me search Lud for survivors.

She thinks that he must have been brave to go out and search for survivors when his own survival is not even guaranteed. "Did you find any?"