[ Ah, then a man of some standing where he came from. Sebastian’s pleasant and polite smile grows by a hair, since it’s almost nostalgic, and to even have that thought is funny to him. But regardless, he’s never minded playing the servile role, and it at least means his thoroughness is appreciated. ]

I believe that is the case, yes. They are a minor delicacy where I am from, which I imagine is in part because they are not the most efficient bird to raise when it comes to the egg yield… Chickens are a bit of a better investment unless you are already quite secure in the management of a farm, seeing as one of their eggs is about five of the quails.

[ He didn’t know of any of the farms around the Phantomhive manor that took up raising them, at least. They were always something to be sourced from London, and it was more often as a display of luxury for guests than something he’d make regularly for Ciel (despite his complaining about it). Sebastian gives an affirming little nod, but his look turns to one of interest. ]

Though I am admittedly surprised to hear that your province was especially known for eggs! That would be a rather unique trademark where I am from, as even more luxurious options were still a bit banal. What sort were they?