[Yeah, well, sixteen-year-olds are more insecure than their thirty-something-year-old-therapist-slash-friends - get used to it.
[The floor it is, then. Eren immediately starts spreading stuff out on the table. His mood is still subdued - so easy to slip into, these days - but he seems...marginally enthusiastic?
[The feast is displayed - rock hard, shitty bread, watery but warm stew with crumbly potatoes, unripe vegetables, and a few chunks of the toughest meat anyone has every tasted - and that was a luxury, back then. As well as that, there's a package of Scouts' rations shut up, Caitlin, you were right, more tough meat (dried), and a bottle of ale that tastes not unlike piss.
[And then something else, wrapped lovingly in a brown paper package. Eren puts his hand on it, sliding it close to him.]
This one last.
Oh. [He points to the ale.] That's alcohol. You should at least try a sip, though.
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Yeah, well, sixteen-year-olds are more insecure than their thirty-something-year-old-therapist-slash-friends - get used to it.[The floor it is, then. Eren immediately starts spreading stuff out on the table. His mood is still subdued - so easy to slip into, these days - but he seems...marginally enthusiastic?
[The feast is displayed - rock hard, shitty bread, watery but warm stew with crumbly potatoes, unripe vegetables, and a few chunks of the toughest meat anyone has every tasted - and that was a luxury, back then. As well as that, there's a package of Scouts' rations
shut up, Caitlin, you were right, more tough meat (dried), and a bottle of ale that tastes not unlike piss.[And then something else, wrapped lovingly in a brown paper package. Eren puts his hand on it, sliding it close to him.]
This one last.
Oh. [He points to the ale.] That's alcohol. You should at least try a sip, though.