Her last conversation with Iggy has given Nellas an idea, finally, about a thank you for the bearskin and for people being her friends - and for getting to know others. Surprised as she is about herself, Nellas has found she enjoys company much more than solitude, although that is good sometimes when she needs to recharge
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She remembers how nervous Nellas was when they met, and doesn't want to scare her away.
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"For you!" she says, and offers the food. "As a thank you."
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"-- thank you -- it wasn't much, really...."
But she's already taking the plate. "-- will you eat with me?"
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And you don't decline an invitation or request, and Nellas reaches for a plate herself. "I hope you like it. I think it is very different from what other people eat. I did not take anything from the kitchen. Only the spices. I could not find them in the forest."
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She takes a piece of meat, tastes it and makes a very appreciative sound.
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"Now I smell like crayfish! But it's the way we mostly cooked at home. You can't make too many fires in a forest. The trees don't like it, so we make pits. And put in hot stones for cooking." She smiles. Sometimes it doesn't even hurt to talk of home anymore, and that's good. She doesn't want to remember it and feel hurt.
"Was Anabel Okanagan from Kamloopsbeecee too?"
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"But yes, Anabel was," Delilah replies, "and she was my best friend, even if she was much older than me. She made the best stuffed beaver in the whole Okanagan valley."
And grinning. "Maybe you are too, since you cook like my grandmother..."
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Her eyes go round again, but in a friendly manner. "Beaver? We don't eat beaver, but I hope you like this as well. And my best friend was Túrin. He was much younger than me, but he grew up, and then he was older." And then he left, and did not return, which makes her sad, a little. but she only has to think of Iggy, who isn't going to leave her, and that makes her brighten up again.
"Do you want a look?" she asks eventually, gesturing at the uncovered pit. "Maybe you know if it is really like your grandmother cooked."
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"-- it --- really does look like it," she says, after a moment of disbelieving gawking. "Or, at least, it fits perfectly the tales I heard."
She blinks at Nellas a bit. "-- but you are not Secwepemc..."
And this confuses her. But she likes Nellas a bit more for it (not that she needed to, but.)
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"I'm not Secwe-- one of your people. But I'm from Doriath. We cook like this too. Perhaps my people taught yours." Because she still doesn't believe there are different worlds. Somehow they must all fit together.
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And there's a bit of amusement there, but she's mostly speaking with incredible fondness.
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