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The abundance of food before him delighted Watanuki in a way he had not felt in some time; dishes and smells that replicated what he knew from home invaded his senses, but in the most welcoming way possible. To think that those who controlled Spriale could bring in dishes that comforted their residences was astounding, and perhaps somewhat frustrating.. but for the time being, the shopkeeper couldn’t help but revel in what he had found.
Japan was one of the many countries he knew that had a booth set up in the area, but there were also counties from other worlds he had never seen before, just as busy as the rest. His eyes scanned each and everything they could find with pure interest; he did, after all, appreciate the creation and art of cooking sometimes more than consuming it, though he wouldn’t mind trying what he was able to. Mismatched hues soon fell onto a woman who seemed to be eyeing the same things as him, and although he currently held a plate in his hand of food from his homeland, he was eager to try something unfamiliar.
“Ah, pardon me.. are you familiar with this?” a slim finger pointed to one of the steaming dishes that sat below them, smile soon following suit on Watanuki’s features. “There’s so many different dishes here I’ve never seen before, I’m not sure what I should be trying first.”
“If you have any suggestions, I would be happy to hear them.”