[h2]Miina Malina[/h2]

The [i]rest[/i] of the meal was rather more to Miina's tastes – at the least, it had things she could more readily identify than the ingredients in a bloody [i]soup[/i] – and contributing to the stories wasn't too bad… although, she was sure she'd received more than a few odd looks on giving up entirely on the cutlery that had been provided and just using her good hand. Honestly, what was she expected to do? It wasn't like they were serving anything right out of a fire, too, and she had high heat tolerance…

She didn't [i]remember[/i] the end all too well, though. They were keeping Rudolf, she was pretty sure, but there had been a [i]lot[/i] of wine and she didn't want to pass it up. This stuff was [i]nice[/i], nothing like the rotgut that she'd grabbed before the invasion of Brightlam.

… which meant she had a splitting headache when they were setting off, of course. Chisato at least was quiet, so getting ready for the trip was fine, but now they were gathering she was just trying to stay a bit apart, make the noise and hubbub a bit more distant. She had everything she needed, anyway. The sword was transformed, obviously, but she'd finally acceded to a rudimentary sling – she hadn't [i]meant[/i] to knock over a vase last night, but it was a good idea.

It would also reduce the amount of awkwardly asking strangers to help her with mundane tasks. That was nice.