“That’s a pity, there’s nothing quite like a good feed of fresh fish I think.” He responded with a little grin, glad that she seemed agreeable to his interruption of her browsing. It was the kind of day when he felt the need to chat and move from one social interaction to another. His friends Dietrich and Sara genuinely got exhausted by it, but socializing made connections and everything could hinge on having the right connections in his opinion. He wouldn’t have met them if he hadn’t been so keen to chat, after all.
Whitechapel? Now there was an interesting name, he knew a place with a Whitechapel. Probably a different one, by the sound of it. Still, he files that away to reflect on later if she said anything else that seemed interesting or familiar in some way. He followed her words closely with a pleasant sort of interest, honestly her enthusiasm was refreshing in all the general panic over being trapped in a new world.
Of course, his smile turns to something a little apologetic on the subject of whether or not he knew how to prepare the fish. That was an awkward one... At least where people were concerned. “Afraid I don’t, I’ve been lucky to have the already prepared and ready to eat.” In some ways that was true, he dined at fancy dinner parties of marks and at the various restaurants that dotted the cities along the shoreline if he was in the mood to socialize in this form. In a more basic sense, he just... at them as is. Being a seal had its perks when it came time to get dinner ready.
Catch and gobble, as it were.
“I’m sure it can’t be that difficult to get the hang of though, yeah? The keepers of the stall might even have some advice, I imagine they have to cook them just the same as anyone else when they go home for the day.” He added afterward, posing a possibility that might be more helpful than ‘Just grab one and take a bite?’
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Whitechapel? Now there was an interesting name, he knew a place with a Whitechapel. Probably a different one, by the sound of it. Still, he files that away to reflect on later if she said anything else that seemed interesting or familiar in some way. He followed her words closely with a pleasant sort of interest, honestly her enthusiasm was refreshing in all the general panic over being trapped in a new world.
Of course, his smile turns to something a little apologetic on the subject of whether or not he knew how to prepare the fish. That was an awkward one... At least where people were concerned. “Afraid I don’t, I’ve been lucky to have the already prepared and ready to eat.” In some ways that was true, he dined at fancy dinner parties of marks and at the various restaurants that dotted the cities along the shoreline if he was in the mood to socialize in this form. In a more basic sense, he just... at them as is. Being a seal had its perks when it came time to get dinner ready.
Catch and gobble, as it were.
“I’m sure it can’t be that difficult to get the hang of though, yeah? The keepers of the stall might even have some advice, I imagine they have to cook them just the same as anyone else when they go home for the day.” He added afterward, posing a possibility that might be more helpful than ‘Just grab one and take a bite?’