[ It is a known fact that peanut paste is used to cure malnutrition and starvation in the global south. Julie can save every single elf with peanut butter and crackers, thank you.
She can't help but to laugh a little, shifting to lean over the arm of her chair, knees in the seat. ] Yeah, nuts do. But peanuts ain't real nuts, that's just the name. They grow underground. And no one eats 'em raw, you gotta roast 'em and salt 'em before you do anythin' with 'em. Here, lemme... [ She holds one hand out to him, palm open, and there are now a few peanuts in her hand, still in their (roasted, salted) shells. Again, not exactly something to go with wine, but she's never let that stop her before. ] Just crack it open and eat what's inside. I mean, you can eat the shell too, some people do, but I wouldn't start with it.
[ She quickly demonstrates as she considers what food options she has available. ]
There's a lot of potatoes. But like, not even good potatoes. And like, cabbage and radishes and stuff? There's a lot of seafood in Nott, which is fine, except they don't have the right seasonings for any of it. Maybe it's different out in Cadens, but they don't never seem to have any good spices or blends. Cayenne, paprika, basically kinda chili powder, cajun, Old Bay. Good stuff. It's mostly like, salt and black pepper and dill.
[ The honest truth is just that Julie finds the pre-television, pre-internet world to be dreadfully boring. She is used to a constant stream of entertainment available to occupy herself with, and re-reading the books she could remember enough to manifest got very old, very quickly. Her distaste for the Singularity makes reading Abraxan books difficult, as they talk about it a lot. And she would much rather read about his world anyway.
Her hands are delicate when she takes the notebooks, opens one to quickly scan over the writing. Yes, these will do. And maybe Ciri will stop mocking her about the difference between dragons and wyverns (Julie still does not get it). ] Thank you, sugar. My daddy used to say I couldn't read anythin' that wasn't made up of emojis, but look at me now.
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She can't help but to laugh a little, shifting to lean over the arm of her chair, knees in the seat. ] Yeah, nuts do. But peanuts ain't real nuts, that's just the name. They grow underground. And no one eats 'em raw, you gotta roast 'em and salt 'em before you do anythin' with 'em. Here, lemme... [ She holds one hand out to him, palm open, and there are now a few peanuts in her hand, still in their (roasted, salted) shells. Again, not exactly something to go with wine, but she's never let that stop her before. ] Just crack it open and eat what's inside. I mean, you can eat the shell too, some people do, but I wouldn't start with it.
[ She quickly demonstrates as she considers what food options she has available. ]
There's a lot of potatoes. But like, not even good potatoes. And like, cabbage and radishes and stuff? There's a lot of seafood in Nott, which is fine, except they don't have the right seasonings for any of it. Maybe it's different out in Cadens, but they don't never seem to have any good spices or blends. Cayenne, paprika, basically kinda chili powder, cajun, Old Bay. Good stuff. It's mostly like, salt and black pepper and dill.
[ The honest truth is just that Julie finds the pre-television, pre-internet world to be dreadfully boring. She is used to a constant stream of entertainment available to occupy herself with, and re-reading the books she could remember enough to manifest got very old, very quickly. Her distaste for the Singularity makes reading Abraxan books difficult, as they talk about it a lot. And she would much rather read about his world anyway.
Her hands are delicate when she takes the notebooks, opens one to quickly scan over the writing. Yes, these will do. And maybe Ciri will stop mocking her about the difference between dragons and wyverns (Julie still does not get it). ] Thank you, sugar. My daddy used to say I couldn't read anythin' that wasn't made up of emojis, but look at me now.