Serving for Two

[Ramke]

"I know what you mean. The stares I get as soon as they hear where I'm from - or even my accent - is sometimes enough to kill someone. I didn't realise this place was for Leeds refugees. They probably want to gut me for what happened in the war, especially since I was stationed there once." she said dejectedly. The fact that she wasn't welcome anywhere was weighing on her mind constantly.

Ambre took some of the stew, and tried it with the sides not too long after. She was very careful with the food, trying her best not to make her shaking look evident.

As soon as it entered her mouth, her suspicion turned out to be true - it tasted as good as it smelled. "I'm impressed. I haven't had anything like this in years." she said, praising his skills.

"What do you plan to do long-term? Stay on this world?"

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