[Rosinante looks a little bit like a scolded kid for a moment, a bit amazed again at how Rosinante picked up on that bit of unwanted truth. Did he say it? He can't remember bringing up any timelines for his last meal. Then again, with his mental state currently, there's a lot he doesn't remember clearly. So he leave it at that, and smiles again.
He won't turn down the other crabs at all, he's honestly glad to have them for himself, working through them with as much elegance and dignity as possible considering the situation. They're messy to eat, but they're so good even after sitting for a bit. This is something he wants to do again someday, but maybe with seasoning and wine, and more people.
And just when he thinks things can't get better, there's fish. There's something visceral and surreal about this part to him, it's kind of primal to just tear at raw fish like this. But even that has it's own appeal.
"Have you eaten one of those before?"
On the note, a little lizard draws itself, so it's obvious what he's writing about.]
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He won't turn down the other crabs at all, he's honestly glad to have them for himself, working through them with as much elegance and dignity as possible considering the situation. They're messy to eat, but they're so good even after sitting for a bit. This is something he wants to do again someday, but maybe with seasoning and wine, and more people.
And just when he thinks things can't get better, there's fish. There's something visceral and surreal about this part to him, it's kind of primal to just tear at raw fish like this. But even that has it's own appeal.
"Have you eaten one of those before?"
On the note, a little lizard draws itself, so it's obvious what he's writing about.]