[ For a moment, Reiner simply gazes at his meal, appreciation plain on his face. It looks like it'll taste incredible. Moreover, the fact that this kind of food is so readily available impresses Reiner. He spent so many years eating rations—first the scant scraps given to Paradis' civilians, then larger portions provided to the military. Even after reuniting with other Warriors from his homeland, he's still eating rations; they're just from a different military.
So this meal? It looks… ]
This is amazing.
[ Quiet words, spoken from the heart.
Reiner has no idea how to use chopsticks, nor does he want to try when he really wants to eat. So he takes up the provided fork, spins it in the noodles, and brings them to his mouth.
Please excuse the blissful sound that escapes him. The food tastes good. ]
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So this meal? It looks… ]
This is amazing.
[ Quiet words, spoken from the heart.
Reiner has no idea how to use chopsticks, nor does he want to try when he really wants to eat. So he takes up the provided fork, spins it in the noodles, and brings them to his mouth.
Please excuse the blissful sound that escapes him. The food tastes good. ]