[Concord's focus is on her most intently before he remembers they're here for a picnic. He reaches to open the basket and retrieve the things he brought. Simple things. Crackers, sliced cheese, some fresh fruits. There is a bottle of apple cider for the season, two wooden cups he found for purchase that reminded him of home. Concord isn't one to hold on to many possessions. He is no dragon...]
Mina, then. A pleasure. [he takes an apple and, since he doesn't have anything like a knife given the strictness the hotel kept those from guests, Concord just... twists it, snapping it cleanly in two. Half is handed her way, his hand somewhat sticky now with fresh juice.]
I've sniffed these items out, none should have additives. [Concord can tell that well by nose, at least with simpler items. Anything more complicated or processed with modern technology is more likely to escape him.]
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Mina, then. A pleasure. [he takes an apple and, since he doesn't have anything like a knife given the strictness the hotel kept those from guests, Concord just... twists it, snapping it cleanly in two. Half is handed her way, his hand somewhat sticky now with fresh juice.]
I've sniffed these items out, none should have additives. [Concord can tell that well by nose, at least with simpler items. Anything more complicated or processed with modern technology is more likely to escape him.]