Nothing connects people like food holds true, for Janlenoux's smile widens over Felih's apparent excitement. He regards the Miqo'te man with a similar gleam of curiosity in his eye. So-called recent developments genuinely seem forgiven (but then, Janlenoux is neither Ser Grinnaux nor Ser Paulecrain).
"I had a mind to prepare naught more than standard Ishgardian fare — a gratin, perhaps, unless the merchants' selection today leads me to reconsider." Tipping his basket toward Felih, Janlenoux reveals its near-empty state; his shopping has barely commenced.
"I take it you find our markets a rewarding challenge, then?"
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"I had a mind to prepare naught more than standard Ishgardian fare — a gratin, perhaps, unless the merchants' selection today leads me to reconsider." Tipping his basket toward Felih, Janlenoux reveals its near-empty state; his shopping has barely commenced.
"I take it you find our markets a rewarding challenge, then?"