[ This stranger can listen to her or not, it's really no skin off Ema's nose. A crumbled Snackoo topping on honeyed brick toast does sound promising, though. An experiment for another time.
For now, she turns to her own supplied meal. It's an unassuming, simply garnished bowl of noodle soup. She spoons up a bit of soup and gives it a sip... and when she does, her eyes widen with surprise at the intimate familiarity of the taste. ]
... This is my sister's cooking!
[ She scowls at the bowl, then at the robot waiter that wheels up to them to check out the ruckus, then at Beatrix just because she happens to be there. ]
The taste is uncanny. What's the big idea!
[ Beatrix already said, but who says Ema can't still be mad about it anyway? ]
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[ This stranger can listen to her or not, it's really no skin off Ema's nose. A crumbled Snackoo topping on honeyed brick toast does sound promising, though. An experiment for another time.
For now, she turns to her own supplied meal. It's an unassuming, simply garnished bowl of noodle soup. She spoons up a bit of soup and gives it a sip... and when she does, her eyes widen with surprise at the intimate familiarity of the taste. ]
... This is my sister's cooking!
[ She scowls at the bowl, then at the robot waiter that wheels up to them to check out the ruckus, then at Beatrix just because she happens to be there. ]
The taste is uncanny. What's the big idea!
[ Beatrix already said, but who says Ema can't still be mad about it anyway? ]