Talking to Kay, an uncle who seemed kind came from behind the guild. That? This guy.
"Rudd, let it go?
"Haha, that's right. Can't you see I'm not wearing white?
Yes, it is. He looked a little different without his white coat on and was a little unsure.
"Ludovique looks like he's everywhere."
"I'm sorry, you're a mediocre old man who seems to be everywhere."
"I didn't say that. Ludovic's entanglement would reassure the patient, wouldn't it?
"Sounds like a thing. But shall I take that as a compliment?"
Indeed, Dr. Rudd has a mediocre face. It's not particularly neat, but it's not bad. But Kay's right, there's an atmosphere that makes me want to see this guy if he's kind. Don't think it's a good thing you're a doctor.... and I'm already hungry as a sister because of all the beauty shapes. You can rest assured with that, Dr. Rudd!
"Thank you for waiting. Sounds like I was slower."
Mr. Shrier's voice there. Looking back, Shrier's smile was full of flattery. Ah, dazzling! Of course, I like beauty shapes. Blessed are the eyes. But look, it's also true that it's horrible to see a mediocre person. Awesome, premium guild. That's a perfect balance!
"Was Shrier with you? Is Kay with you?
"I'd love to be with you, but I have a client today."
That's what Kay replied, laughing like trouble. It's a shame because I thought it was exactly what we were having dinner with. So, is it a date? Was that on his face, Mr. Kay knelt on one knee and glanced at me and took my hand. Like a prince though.
"Meg. Please forgive me for leaving you. Let me make it up to you next time."
That's what I said and kissed lightly on the back of my hand.
Whoa, whoa! Prince of the bees! A beautiful man in a man's dress! As she opened her eyes, Kay, who narrowed her eyes so that the flirtation had succeeded, laughed with a chill out of her tongue.
"... this guy must have been a woman biologically"
"Yeah, Rudd. I remember that too."
"I'm not uncomfortable."
"You only have consent"
With that conversation in my ear, Kay at the time sees us in the stream.
"I'm me. Besides, gender is trivial. It's nonsense to care."
Look, I look happy, don't I? Yes, he asked us and left the guild again.
Oh no, that's cool......! Then the city girls will fall, too, I can't help it. Oddly enough, I couldn't help but snort one.
"Come on, you're hungry. Shall we head to the dining room soon?"
"Right. Meg, the chef of the guild, Leoporto, makes an excellent dish."
"! Looking forward to it!
Gu, my stomach rings. When I think about rice, I say! Uh, and when I laughed and deluded myself, Dr. Rudd hugged me.
"Because I've kept you waiting. We'll get there sooner, won't we?
"Oh, thank you - it was..."
It kind of embarrasses me like a foodie and makes my body smaller. When I saw that, Dr. Rudd and Mr. Shrier laughed at me couscous. Fine, fine......!
Thus arrived the dining room. It's already crowded with people. It's dinner time!
And there's a delicious smell of nostalgia somewhere.... that, fried food?
"The menus that come out are all the same. Sounds like a cheek cutlet today."
"Cheek cuts?
Tilt your neck to a sound you've never heard. I know what a cutlet is, or maybe it's the same because the smell matches what I think.
"It's a dish fried in oil with bread flour called clothes all over the meat of cheeks. It's a unique menu for this city."
"You can't get tired of this city every day because you can eat so many delicious dishes you can't taste anywhere else, can you? Amongst other things, I like these cutlets. Besides cheeks, there are times when you're a pork or a bilge."
Um, I know the cutlet......!! I can't say. The pivotal part ended up not knowing and dizzying. But maybe chicken (chicken), pork (pork), beef (beef), something like that. The name sounds somewhat alike. Well, it's just a prediction.
"I'll get you a seat, so go get your meal first."
"Okay."
That's what I'm saying. Mr. Shrier goes looking for an empty seat. I was to go as far as the counter serving my meal while Dr. Rudd held me. It's self-service like a student cafeteria, and it seems like a style that serves dishes to those who come and give them one after the other. I also take the cleanup to a predetermined place myself. Efficient specifications.
... I'm aware that by the time I got to the counter to receive my meal, I was gathering quite a few glances. An unfamiliar child, and an elf toddler, is being held by an Alliance doctor. I think it's something!
But it seemed to spread somewhat like a rumor, and I heard voices like, "That kid is the example..." or, "I was really there..." You're a rare creature, yes. It's a little awkward, but now it's rice served right in front of me!
"Chiolis, I'm sorry, can you serve less for the kids? We'll eat what the kids have left, so you can have a little more."
"Wow, you're a real cutie! I suspected you'd be joking when I heard the rumors, but you mean it was true. Okay, I'll get you a small spoon or dessert fork for easy eating!
"Nice to meet you."
I was listening to the orange-haired woman who was at the counter and Dr. Rudd in a sorry mood for having such a conversation. Sorry for the inconvenience!
But I'm not quite there right now, honestly. I got in the tray. This is it.
It was definitely a "fixed meal".
On the main large plate are chopped cabbage and tomatoes, and possibly chicken cutlets. The sauce, which seems to be tomato based, reminds me of Italian cutlets somewhat.
And from here on out, it's a shock. There was white rice with a white, shiny glow and miso soup.
Yes, there's Japanese food in different worlds, right? Is this a coincidence or an inevitability? It seems to be quite culturally developed, and the meals are delicious, so it's no surprise to say that Japanese cuisine has developed independently... It doesn't seem like a coincidence somehow and my chest is like this, it's moisturizing.
"Yes, please wait! Eat well, young lady!
Happy for your sister's energetic voice. Yeah, I can't help thinking about it. He said you can't taste the food here anywhere else, and if you do a little research, you might find out where this dish came from. Keep it firmly in my memory as a matter of future research in my brain.
"Ay! Thanks - Grandpa, ooh! Hey, hey, hey!
"Wow! It looks delicious, not really!
"It's a blemish."
I had a gentle conversation with my sister before leaving the place behind.... Dr. Rudd.
'Cause if I did, I'd still be held. Dr. Rudd's hug is number one inclusive and smells slightly like medicine. Cuddle Jazz has notified you.
Even so, while holding me, I am amazed at the high potential of Dr. Rudd to carry a meal tray for two without endangerment. Even a doctor seems to be able to fight quite a bit. It's also a wonderful care to wait until you're done talking to me. This is it, Jianto!
Having thus returned to Mr. Shrier's waiting seat, we began to join hands for dinner together after Mr. Shrier had brought his meal.
Huh? On Dr. Rudd's lap, of course, but something?