[ 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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[ 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. ]