Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[amicia_the_amazon]

Amicia did not leave her room often. She knew she ought to; that in some ways the forests outside called to her, begging her to get as lost in them as she had in the Pyrenees. But coming here had been one more shock to her already crumbled sense of the world, and so she spent most of her time in her room.

But even Amicia de Rune needed to eat, from time to time.

And thus, grudgingly, she slunk out of her room in the afternoon to once again expose herself to the strange foodstuffs in the common area. Now there she stood, rifling through cupboards in search of something to eat that looked familiar.

She would even settle for an apple.

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[amicia_the_amazon]

« It was 1348, 49, when I left. » A lot of time had gone by, and she had not paid exact attention.

[napking]

"Oh," Gray said. "Oh, gods. Oh boy. Uhhhhh, okay, //has anyone given you chocolate yet?//" Or would her taste buds like...explode?

[amicia_the_amazon]

« ... What is chocolate? »

No, they had not.

[napking]

"//What is--//" Gray tried to get out of the chair, and that...was not happening. Sloth pressed down in his mind and murmured, Enough, and that was the end of that attempt. He made a disgusted sound, then said, "//I am sorry, I cannot get up right now, apparently. Chocolate is...it is made from a plant native to this continent. It is very delicious.//" Wait. Also had to check, "//I hope someone told you that you are on a continent that was not yet known to Europeans in the time you are from?//"

Most Europeans. He wasn't getting into the Viking settlements and whatnot.

[amicia_the_amazon]

« I was told we were across the ocean, in a place called America, » Amicia said slowly. « Even though it looks rather a great deal like Normandie. »

[napking]

"//Other parts look less like so,//" Gray told her, and then grimaced at whatever he'd done to the grammar there. "Okay, so, uhhhhh, //That is why the food is so different.// Well. //And time, of course. But a lot of things people in France did not know about yet. Like chocolate. You have to try chocolate.//" Life pre-chocolate, in retrospect, had been tragic.

[amicia_the_amazon]

« What is it, exactly? » Amicia asked. « A sweet? »

She looked forward to the day she could ask such things without sounding so unbearably tired.

[napking]

"//The best sweet--well, no. Waffles are the best. When I am able to do things I will make you some.//" Bully Raiden into making some. Same difference. "//But chocolate makes even waffles better. There should be some in the cabinets.//" Unless it had been eaten already, because teenagers.

[amicia_the_amazon]

« Which cabinet? » Amicia glanced over her shoulder, back at the cabinets.

[napking]

"//The one with the things for baking,//" Gray said, and had to think about it for a second. It had been a while since he'd made waffles. He had Raiden for that now. "//Over there,//" he said, gesturing to it. "//Look for a yellow bag.//" At least, the last chocolate chips he'd seen in that cabinet had been Toll House.

[amicia_the_amazon]

« All right, » Amicia said, and began to rifle through the specific cabinet he'd pointed at.

Eventually her fingers brushed over a yellow... something, and she held it up. « These bags are so strange. »

[napking]

"It's plastic," Gray explained. "//It is a new thing. It is made from dead dinosaurs.//" This explanation was extra helpful considering paleontology wouldn't take off for a few more centuries. "//Those are...//" he switched back to English for, "chocolate chips," since it would probably help her to know the English word, and while he knew both 'chocolate' and 'chip' in French he didn't know if the correct term was different or not. "//Try one!//"