[ Her frown remains, the slightest downturn of her mouth at the corners. Talking about inflicting pain or even murdering someone—likely out of self defense, on her part—clearly doesn't set well. Kaz remembers the first time he'd done it, how he'd made it through the initial part and then retched horribly in the bathroom back at the Slat.
But it had been one step closer to taking down Rollins. One more stacked card in his then budding reputation for ruthlessness. He supposes he should feel worse, for all the lives he's ended, for the people he's surely made miserable in the wake of his schemes.
Except he isn't. They'd stood in the way of a non-negotiable goal.
Inej won't be like him, he thinks, despite enduring far worse in aspects he never had to consider, being out on the street. He doesn't think it too often of people here but: she's too good for the Barrel. ]
You become a waffle connoisseur when I wasn't looking?
[ Pls, this waffle is better and she has to know that!!! ]
Besides, you're comparing the wrong thing, it's the texture that's different.
[ people in the slat don't shut up. on most levels it's really annoying, and inej can understand why kaz likes the attic-space he's ensnared for himself. it's much quieter up here.
at any rate, one of the things the dregs like to talk about is food. and some of them talk about women, which causes inej's lips to curl in disgust, though she tries to keep her expression neutral whenever it happens. she's clocked one or two in the face, for making the odd comment about the menagerie. most of them have now since learned their lesson.
at any rate, opinions on waffles are held dearly. ]
What about the texture of this one makes it better?
[ she sounds legitimately curious, as she finishes off her waffle. ]
[ She's learned things. Well, that he doesn't doubt. With so many of the Dregs being Ketterdam born and bred, a topic of conversation that came up quite often was the way food was prepared. Whether it was someone reminiscing on something a parent used to make or a treat they managed to nab, it was a discussion he'd heard any number of times while passing through the Slat's dining room.
He could've joined them, told them about the tarts his father made. Or the candied yams they'd have at dinner on the holidays.
But that version of himself is gone. Kaz Rietveld drowned in the harbor and Kaz Brekker crawled out. To them, he has no parents, only Ketterdam. And he plans to keep it that way.
Inej, though, doesn't prod for memories. Her question is one he can answer. ]
It's lighter. The batter isn't as grainy and it won't sit heavy in your gut.
[ Not like waffles can do so often. While it's good to work on a full stomach, it can sometimes be uncomfortable if it's settled like a stone. ]
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But it had been one step closer to taking down Rollins. One more stacked card in his then budding reputation for ruthlessness. He supposes he should feel worse, for all the lives he's ended, for the people he's surely made miserable in the wake of his schemes.
Except he isn't. They'd stood in the way of a non-negotiable goal.
Inej won't be like him, he thinks, despite enduring far worse in aspects he never had to consider, being out on the street. He doesn't think it too often of people here but: she's too good for the Barrel. ]
You become a waffle connoisseur when I wasn't looking?
[ Pls, this waffle is better and she has to know that!!! ]
Besides, you're comparing the wrong thing, it's the texture that's different.
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[ people in the slat don't shut up. on most levels it's really annoying, and inej can understand why kaz likes the attic-space he's ensnared for himself. it's much quieter up here.
at any rate, one of the things the dregs like to talk about is food. and some of them talk about women, which causes inej's lips to curl in disgust, though she tries to keep her expression neutral whenever it happens. she's clocked one or two in the face, for making the odd comment about the menagerie. most of them have now since learned their lesson.
at any rate, opinions on waffles are held dearly. ]
What about the texture of this one makes it better?
[ she sounds legitimately curious, as she finishes off her waffle. ]
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He could've joined them, told them about the tarts his father made. Or the candied yams they'd have at dinner on the holidays.
But that version of himself is gone. Kaz Rietveld drowned in the harbor and Kaz Brekker crawled out. To them, he has no parents, only Ketterdam. And he plans to keep it that way.
Inej, though, doesn't prod for memories. Her question is one he can answer. ]
It's lighter. The batter isn't as grainy and it won't sit heavy in your gut.
[ Not like waffles can do so often. While it's good to work on a full stomach, it can sometimes be uncomfortable if it's settled like a stone. ]