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A wonderful trip, a marvelous and slightly exotic city, a pleasant hotel... Throughout the journey, Aiko (or rather, Anna now) evaluated everything in terms of luxury, and so far it was roughly an 8/10 for her. Perhaps not as grand as life in Margel, but still excellent.
If they didn't linger too long, another point could be added...
On the road, theMole Queen tried once more to replay the events of recent days in her head, and now, having risen early, she was just about ready to record them in her diary, but the employee Ye Shui interrupted the dwarf's intention.
-- Good morning, -- Anna greeted. -- Are you telling me that this dish is actually food, and not a decoration or a souvenir? Breeders must have spent decades on such beauty. Thank you very much!
In truth, some alarm bell rang in Aiko's head, as if in a past life or in some fairy tales, purple-colored fruits were strictly forbidden (yes, eggplant is included). But in this situation? It was enough to put herself in the shoes of a potential enemy (assuming they had already been identified somehow and someone decided to quietly eliminate them) to quiet her internal alarm. Obviously, killing them in their sleep would be far easier and more reliable—for example, by pouring poison on a pillow. And if the hotel owners had decided to go the route of food poisoning, then the fruits were no different from the breakfast they were destined to consume so as not to starve, so... It is what it is.
Aiko sits down for fair copying, eating a piece of fruit. However, she still exhibited some of her characteristic over-caution, keeping an antidote handy in her pocket.
If they didn't linger too long, another point could be added...
On the road, the
-- Good morning, -- Anna greeted. -- Are you telling me that this dish is actually food, and not a decoration or a souvenir? Breeders must have spent decades on such beauty. Thank you very much!
In truth, some alarm bell rang in Aiko's head, as if in a past life or in some fairy tales, purple-colored fruits were strictly forbidden (yes, eggplant is included). But in this situation? It was enough to put herself in the shoes of a potential enemy (assuming they had already been identified somehow and someone decided to quietly eliminate them) to quiet her internal alarm. Obviously, killing them in their sleep would be far easier and more reliable—for example, by pouring poison on a pillow. And if the hotel owners had decided to go the route of food poisoning, then the fruits were no different from the breakfast they were destined to consume so as not to starve, so... It is what it is.
Aiko sits down for fair copying, eating a piece of fruit. However, she still exhibited some of her characteristic over-caution, keeping an antidote handy in her pocket.