Anise didn't waste time with starting on her dinner that night. One of her major goals for the day was to replenish her energy and to keep it up as best as she could. This was partly to hasten her injury's recovery, but also to ensure she would have enough extra strength to survive another night. While she sure as hell didn't plan on fighting any monsters head-on this night, she wasn't going to let herself get weak enough to drag down her companions.
There was a second reason for her unladylike manner of scarfing the food down as quickly as possible: she had a lot of things to do before the evening came to an end. On top of the desk, to the side of her food tray, two folded maps sat on top of her journal, with a pen lying nearby. First order of business was copying those maps for Guy. The page detailing the second floor was far from detailed, but oh well! She could worry about filling in blanks later.
When she was halfway finished with the pot pie, Anise paused to cast a look of contempt at the ear of corn that had been served as a side dish. How was she supposed to eat that with only one free arm?
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There was a second reason for her unladylike manner of scarfing the food down as quickly as possible: she had a lot of things to do before the evening came to an end. On top of the desk, to the side of her food tray, two folded maps sat on top of her journal, with a pen lying nearby. First order of business was copying those maps for Guy. The page detailing the second floor was far from detailed, but oh well! She could worry about filling in blanks later.
When she was halfway finished with the pot pie, Anise paused to cast a look of contempt at the ear of corn that had been served as a side dish. How was she supposed to eat that with only one free arm?