☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- I just assumed... It seemed like a reasonable idea... - the priestess-scholar mumbled, embarrassed. - And I asked about the coat for a specific reason. Do those who suffer from your "hobby" at least get a chance to breathe freely in winter? After all, you can't hide from the truth, and they spend all day at home anyway. Unless... you... - she decided not to finish the sentence.

- That's... an interesting metaphor. Just as onigiri can have different fillings, so too can a priest's head be filled with specific ideas. And sometimes, you bite into a "priest," and he turns out to be unexpectedly filled with wasabi and burns your flesh through and through. Yes, perhaps that's a fitting comparison, - she glanced around, trying not to see the local abbot. - Steak? Expected, haha, - the priestess-food critic smiled. - Uh, I mean, someone once told me that the best cooks are women because men can only cook a piece of meat, and even then, they burn it to a crisp. Who was that? I can't remember; the magnetic field is interfering. Maybe it was me. Anyway, steak is not bad, although it's a bit heavy for me. You know, I've heard rumors about sectarians - ordinary people, not some monsters or exotic buruaks, who don't eat meat, but not because they're poor, but because they prefer locusts and crickets instead. Amazing. And water - in my opinion, it's acceptable, but readers might not find it interesting. So, if there's anything else, feel free to mention it.

- What else was left?