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[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar's sitting at a table with a rather odd assortment of items in front of him: a platter bearing a wild variety of fresh raw fruits and vegetables, two smaller plates with only a few pieces of fruit or vegetable on each, and what looks like a children's book with brightly colored illustrations.

He's leafing through this last, in evident frustration.

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[freedom_is_grey]

"Edgar, right?"

A white-haired woman with pointed ears and a black facial tattoo approaches, staff and sword strapped crosswise on her back.

At her side is an enormous brown dog.

"You've recovered well, I hope? From -- the snow."

[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar looks up from the book, blinking. "Oh -- yeah, you were part of the ... I'm good, yeah, good as new."

He gives a quick glance at the dog, both fascinated and slightly apprehensive.

"I, uh, I don't think anyone told me your name?"

[freedom_is_grey]

"Oh!"

She laughs, quick and quiet.

"Things were rather, um. Busy at the time. I'm Ysalwen -- Ysalwen Surana, if that's something that matters. And this is Liranan."

Liranan lifts his head proudly and yips, twice. Hello, Edgar who is no longer freezing!

"Good as new is good. The infirmary here is quite something, isn't it?"

[hate_gettin_older]

"Too fuckin right. Wouldn'ta done us any good if you lot hadn't brought us back in, though, so." A smile, faintly lopsided but genuine. "Thanks for saving us."

[freedom_is_grey]

"Well."

Her own mouth quirks at one corner.

"It's sort of what I do. So. You're welcome."

[bringspeopletogether]

The last time Alistair got a glimpse of this fellow, he was half-frozen to death in the healer's quarters. Any improvement would be a substantial one, but to see him surrounded by that much food -- the sheer quantity and variety of which would've made Alistair do a double-take a few months back -- is an especially good sign.

For his part, Alistair miiiight have snuck out of an official function, intending to take a few minutes away from this whole Being Formal And Kingly business before plunging back into the fray. (The excruciatingly boring and polite fray.) So, while he managed to hide the crown behind a potted plant before opening a door to Milliways, he's still got the royal mantle around his shoulders.

He approaches, offering an easy smile. "Hello. Edgar, was it?"

[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar looks up, and blinks.

"Yeah. Uh -- did we meet before?"

[bringspeopletogether]

"Oh, er -- "

The smile goes a little embarrassed at the corners.

"Sort of? Not really, I suppose." He rubs the back of his head. "Last I saw you, you were still more frozen than not -- it was after the blizzard."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Oh," eyes widening, startled, "you were part of the, the band that came out after us?"

He half-rises, holding out a hand to shake.

[bringspeopletogether]

"Yes! One person of many." He slaps his hand into Edgar's, giving it a firm shake. "I'm Alistair. Glad to finally meet you in better circumstances. You're doing well?"

[starrydome]

"Wild cherries?" Elrond says, as he passes by. "I wonder if they grow here. "

He's looking at one of the plates, not the book.

[hate_gettin_older]

Oh, it's this guy.

But he's said a word Edgar isn't familiar with, so --

"Cherries?"

[starrydome]

"Cherries," Elrond repeats, pointing to the specimens on the plate.
"They look like the sweet kind to me. Highly favored by birds and children alike. The pit is rather big considering their small size, so they're not a not an efficient food source. The sour ones yield more with the same effort in gathering them, but they need to be cooked or otherwise prepared to be edible."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Huh."

He picks one up and nibbles it tentatively, and smiles.

"Right then, cherries are a keeper. Thanks." He gathers up the little bunch, and deposits them on the smaller plate to his right.

[starrydome]

By now, Elrond has caught on to what is going on.

He points to a pale green, oddly shaped fruit.
"We call those star fruits. When you slice them , they look very decorative, like small, green stars. Sadly, the taste is rather dull."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh, wow," says Ellen, who really doesn't mean to intrude but was passing by and spotted all the color. "Those are- I don't think I've seen those in ages."

Maybe.

[hate_gettin_older]

"Hey, Ellen." He brightens at sight of her. "D'you know what they are? Uh, any of em?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Some of them, I think," says Ellen. "I mean, they look very much like some of the fruits and vegetables I've seen in our old science texts, and I'm almost sure that one of them is a passionfruit, but it'd probably help if I'd seen the real thing in person. Where did you get them?"

[hate_gettin_older]

"From the Bar. Din't ask by name, just said 'give me a bunch of fresh fruit and stuff, and a book with pictures maybe, I'm getting proper sick of not knowing what any of these things are."

He waves the book in one hand, by way of example.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh, okay," says Ellen. "Did you want some help with it? Because I can recognize apples and grapes and a couple of other things right off, for what that's worth."

[not_his_pa]

William's on his way to the counter and smiling, its been a good July the Fourth and he wants to continue it here.

When he passes Edgar, he stops and looks at all that's laid out, "I didn't know potatoes could be purple."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Is that what that is?" Edgar plucks the bluish-purple-brown lump out of the pile, and eyes it dubiously.

[not_his_pa]

"Yeah, but I've never eaten one that color," It looks kind of wrong, he sits down and looks over the potato.

[hate_gettin_older]

"Maybe it's a Martian potato."

He rolls it between his fingers.

"Can you eat a potato raw, or d'you have to cook it first?"

[not_his_pa]

"You can, they're not as tasty that way."