[ The corner of his lip twitches. He angles the device to the ingredients lined on the counter, with the neat color-coordination of a paint palette. ]
And pickled fish. And tentacle stew. [ Tyr had left him a handful of recipes. It's a process, but he's picked up all sorts of tidbits from the people in the City, these strange and mismatched people, the way he's done over and over on undercover travels. Bits and pieces to lend weight to the theory that Li is acclimatizing to his new environment. ]
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And pickled fish. And tentacle stew. [ Tyr had left him a handful of recipes. It's a process, but he's picked up all sorts of tidbits from the people in the City, these strange and mismatched people, the way he's done over and over on undercover travels. Bits and pieces to lend weight to the theory that Li is acclimatizing to his new environment. ]