[if he's honest, part of his reason for heading that way is in fact due to diarmuid's words. though not because he's in any kind of a rush to try it himself. but there's something amusing about the thought of the boy cooking something too spicy for him to eat. their meals back at the monastery hadn't exactly been filled with flavour, so clearly diarmuid has been taking advantage of what's on offer here.
not that he's really any different. though his tastes have ventured more towards the known, as rarely eaten as certain meals may be. but its been a long time since he was last on the continent--
the signing earns diarmuid a look. one that's equal parts impressed and annoyed. he still hasn't given up trying, despite just how clear the mute has made it that he has no plans on ever using the language for himself. he's tenacious, if nothing else. which is why the mute once again turns his attention away from the gestures and instead sticks to listening. as always.]
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not that he's really any different. though his tastes have ventured more towards the known, as rarely eaten as certain meals may be. but its been a long time since he was last on the continent--
the signing earns diarmuid a look. one that's equal parts impressed and annoyed. he still hasn't given up trying, despite just how clear the mute has made it that he has no plans on ever using the language for himself. he's tenacious, if nothing else. which is why the mute once again turns his attention away from the gestures and instead sticks to listening. as always.]