# Pastebin BOp0WloY
He nods his head in general agreement with the overcooked thing.  Even when he could digest normal land-dweller foods, he'd preferred his meats on the rarer side.  Breads and complex carbohydrates wreck his GI tract ever since the pendant has been gone- a sweet roll costs three days of knots and running to the outhouse.  He's learned to avoid them. "You're right about that.  Loses its flavor and ends up tasting like charcoal."  He bares his teeth in disapproval- a distinctly Oneidhae emoting.  It's perhaps odd to see from Eiren, who has lost almost all of his Oneidhness during his time here in the city.  He watches her sip the rum and then eyeballs the bottles behind the counter, pondering ordering something for himself.  "You are very clever and resourceful."  It's perhaps the first compliment that he's ever given her.  "Potions are alright.  More expensive than I'd like, but I'm just grateful to have them."  He has no intention of getting into an argument with her about wanting to be more on land than in the sea, though, so he changes the subject.  "I heard you're doing work on the docks, or something.  How's that going?"