Breakfast wasn't horrible. A bit of herbs added to it for flavor and it passed as edible. Ruli knew Sid had shit luck with figuring out which herbs went well with one another, and never really tried to correct her when she avoided them altogether. She was trying, and it wasn't an easy to take to make food for so many people with such limited supplies. 

When they arrived in Cordon again, Ruli donned in his usual gear, too-small-boots, plus a shirt he borrowed from Envy beneath his regular one for extra warmth, Ruli inhaled. He could smell the recent rain in the city; it amplified everything, which, despite his recent meal, made him hungry all over again. There were more people out and about, informing him they were nearing the apex of the festivities. He observed people dancing, playing instruments he was vaguely familiar with, handing out flowers, and more dancing. And drinking. At least that, he was comfortable with. 
He glanced sidelong at Kire when he felt her eyes on him, ready to growl at her if she so much as hinted that she wanted to dance with him. 

"How many similarities?" Ruli asked at random as they wandered along the crowded street to locate a botanist. "You speak the language. Obviously terrain is similar, as you know oceans, mountains. One sun, I presume, on your comment on sunsets."