Off-duty, some knights frequent Ishgard's taverns, pursuing pastimes such as card games or contests of strength; others visit family or meet with a lover. Knights of the Heavens' Ward officially pledge themselves exclusively to the archbishop, of course, and so their limited free time must keep within certain constraints. Janlenoux has merely made his way to the Jeweled Crozier, a basket in hand to fill with a number of ingredients he prefers to select himself, over looking to the Vault's larders. It troubles him at times, to know them ever well-stocked, but perhaps a portion of their contents goes to Ishgard's less fortunate citizens.
He turns to approach a merchant's stall, only to turn around again, brows raised, facing the owner of the voice addressing him as Ser Adelphel's companion before aught else. His mismatched gaze lands on Felih — the Warrior of Light hardly needs a formal introduction, by this point. Janlenoux may have heard something of the man's conversation with Adelphel, however, and the surprise soon leaves his expression as he chuckles with polite amusement at Felih's diplomatic phrasing.
"We are brothers-in-arms and friends of some years, yes," the knight replies ere he bows in greeting, if not quite as elegantly as Ser Adelphel might. "Janlenoux de Courcillant, of the Heavens' Ward. As for further misunderstandings... I can assure you that none of us would question the Fury's will."
Felih's ears perk up considerably when he realizes Janlenoux is shopping for ingredients, something that immediately has his tail quivering with delight, distracted quite quickly.
"Oh, I would not doubt it! But that aside- are you a culinarian yourself, Ser Janlenoux?" he asks, much more focused on the food now. "What shall you be preparing? Though I have little experience with Ishgardian fare, I do have knack for cooking myself," he chirps, bright-eyed.
Nothing connects people like food, after all- Felih loves to chat with other cooks, trade tips and recipes.
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?"
Felih is nothing if not eager about food, the culinarian ever seeking to broaden his knowledge and recipe repertoire. "A gratin- I've heard of them, though the dish isn't so common in La Noscea. We focus more on seafood and fruit," he says with a little laugh, curiously settling at Janlenoux's side.
"It certainly is interesting, seeing the different ingredients here. But it makes for new experiences, and chances to create new dishes," he says in delight, perusing the nearby grocer's stall. "Still, on the rare occasion I see something from home, I get terribly excited to prepare it for our hosts. It's the least I could do..."
His ears perk up and then turn towards the knight once more as he lifts his gaze. "What foods are to your liking, ser knight?"
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He turns to approach a merchant's stall, only to turn around again, brows raised, facing the owner of the voice addressing him as Ser Adelphel's companion before aught else. His mismatched gaze lands on Felih — the Warrior of Light hardly needs a formal introduction, by this point. Janlenoux may have heard something of the man's conversation with Adelphel, however, and the surprise soon leaves his expression as he chuckles with polite amusement at Felih's diplomatic phrasing.
"We are brothers-in-arms and friends of some years, yes," the knight replies ere he bows in greeting, if not quite as elegantly as Ser Adelphel might. "Janlenoux de Courcillant, of the Heavens' Ward. As for further misunderstandings... I can assure you that none of us would question the Fury's will."
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"Oh, I would not doubt it! But that aside- are you a culinarian yourself, Ser Janlenoux?" he asks, much more focused on the food now. "What shall you be preparing? Though I have little experience with Ishgardian fare, I do have knack for cooking myself," he chirps, bright-eyed.
Nothing connects people like food, after all- Felih loves to chat with other cooks, trade tips and recipes.
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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?"
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"It certainly is interesting, seeing the different ingredients here. But it makes for new experiences, and chances to create new dishes," he says in delight, perusing the nearby grocer's stall. "Still, on the rare occasion I see something from home, I get terribly excited to prepare it for our hosts. It's the least I could do..."
His ears perk up and then turn towards the knight once more as he lifts his gaze. "What foods are to your liking, ser knight?"