Back on Earth, I'd rarely, if ever been able to afford to eat consistently, much less for pleasure. Here at Western University, I'd been too timid to dare ask for food and relied on the university kitchens, where I received a slave's portion, consisting of hard bread, thin broth, and occasionally, if the manager generally liked me, a scrawny scrap of jerky. The simple meals I'd shared with the others in my party on the road as we stopped at inns were a luxury, not to mention the food I obtained during feasts.
Soltair and Trithe sat in silence as I explained my circumstances, occasionally glancing at each other to confirm they were both hearing the same thing. Once I finished, Trithe shook her head.
"Unbelievable. I knew you were a tad ignorant, but to think we're here in a proper city and you haven't gone out once…" She trailed off, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Trithe," Soltair said warningly, glaring at her firmly.
