That's a conspicuous segue that definitely isn't suspicious at all.
[She's also pretty sure she's never seen food like this before. Certainly she's never smelled it. Maybe once she would've been more suspicious of it than she is, and maybe once she would've been less well off than she is now, and in no place to be picky.
Neither one influences why she picks up the fork and starts to poke at the stew, not in a way that resembles distrust but more like someone appreciating a work of art from every perspective possible, taking stock of the work that went into getting the meat so soft and the colors just right, appreciating with all of her senses before she lets taste have its turn.]
...I don't think there's anything I know about Netzach that I wouldn't be able to share. Which also makes me suspicious, for obvious reasons.
[The lamb comes apart easily on the tines of the fork; she starts collecting a little bit of everything onto it, wanting the whole experience when she takes her first bite.]
He does art. He works in Angela's bookstore. He gives his job as "librarian" and drinks beer. He doesn't pry into people's business because he assumes they'll come to him if there's something they want to say. I asked him once if his name was like mine, but it wasn't. He's spent a lot of time around a select few people, prior to being here.
[She pauses, thinking a minute.]
...Like I said. Nothing I can think of that wouldn't be benign to repeat.
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[She's also pretty sure she's never seen food like this before. Certainly she's never smelled it. Maybe once she would've been more suspicious of it than she is, and maybe once she would've been less well off than she is now, and in no place to be picky.
Neither one influences why she picks up the fork and starts to poke at the stew, not in a way that resembles distrust but more like someone appreciating a work of art from every perspective possible, taking stock of the work that went into getting the meat so soft and the colors just right, appreciating with all of her senses before she lets taste have its turn.]
...I don't think there's anything I know about Netzach that I wouldn't be able to share. Which also makes me suspicious, for obvious reasons.
[The lamb comes apart easily on the tines of the fork; she starts collecting a little bit of everything onto it, wanting the whole experience when she takes her first bite.]
He does art. He works in Angela's bookstore. He gives his job as "librarian" and drinks beer. He doesn't pry into people's business because he assumes they'll come to him if there's something they want to say. I asked him once if his name was like mine, but it wasn't. He's spent a lot of time around a select few people, prior to being here.
[She pauses, thinking a minute.]
...Like I said. Nothing I can think of that wouldn't be benign to repeat.