[ So Yuri has found himself another Bernadetta in terms of eating habits. At least he did ask Joshua though, rather than the guy wordlessly dumping what he didn't want onto Yuri's metaphorical plate. He doesn't particularly mind it when he actually invited it.

Besides, the turkey leg is a charitable concession in his estimation. Yuri's a light eater, so he feels he understands, especially in the context of growing up with far from ideal food resources. ]

My homeland suffered no blight, but our soil is poor, and harvests are resultingly meager. It makes us fine foragers and hunters, to be sure, but it also means feasts such as this are more opulent than any I'd seen prior.

[ Sure, Adrestian nobility in Enbarr might flaunt their fortunes with a decadent spread, but what they have here far outshines even what. It makes Yuri wonder where some of it comes from, since surely all this can't only be sourced in Alenroux. A mystery for another time, he supposes, as he plucks a baby carrot from the furthesr edge of Joshua's plate. ]

War compounds the issue, back home, naturally... But there was something called a blight here that was evidently remedied around the time I arrived. You might talk to Bonnie about that — it might not prove to be the same, but it sounds similar.

[ I'm so sorry, KFC... ]