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magyarország (Héderváry Erszébet) ([personal profile] huszar) wrote in [community profile] loudly2013-01-09 10:00 pm

the food on your plate now belongs to the state

The World Meeting is set over a few days, obstinately in order to give each major topic enough time to be discussed; actually because the nations are so prone to distraction that only by giving them the better part of a week will there be a chance that anything actually does get discussed. Today's meeting is over, Hungary is tired of hotel food, and so she's ventured out to an American market—sorry, supermarket. Wow. What would you even do with an aisle full of cereal? There are about eight brands of milk! Is there even a difference? Her plan of finding a snack is quickly falling by the wayside as she's getting more and more trapped in the world of I Guess They've Never Had Food Shortages, Ever. And wow, do they not stock Paprika flavour crisps anywhere?
edle_gestalt: (sideways glance)

[personal profile] edle_gestalt 2013-01-10 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
He can't really decide if the toothpick-chewing is grating or endearing; either way, zeroing in on it in public isn't the best idea. "Ah, it's nothing. They're free." Because clearly his thoughts on giving her cheesy gifts would change if they cost money.

He pauses, then shrugs. "Reluctance to cook, I suppose. Or inability, or lack of time. When you don't associate it with a hardship, it probably feels like you're coming home to a meal that someone's cooked for you. Marginally, anyway."

He stops for a moment, thinking to himself, and lets out a small laugh under his breath. "Know what you mean, though. Took me until a decade ago to enjoy rye bread again. Did you see they have 'artisan' rye bread? Oxymoron. And the price... how droll, really."
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[personal profile] edle_gestalt 2013-01-11 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles, in a sort of bittersweet way. He knows it's lighthearted, but he also knows what it's rooted in, originally. "Don't you think I ever forgot." Well. Not that he wasn't spoiled about it initially, but as time went on he did grow up to appreciate all she did. He did what he could to raise her higher, give her more rights and better treatment, but it was difficult to juggle with all of the others underneath him prodding for their rights as well. Especially since he wasn't exactly mature enough to handle everyone at once - he kept everyone placated, but not satisfied, because it was the only way he could figure out. But he always gave her special attention above the others. Always wanted to, anyway, even if some of his bosses weren't as keen.

He speaks, faux-insulted, and more or less warmly. "I know how early you used to get up to have everything in order. And don't think I've never made a stew in my life...! I have..." And the next bit is more subdued, far less indignant: "...They're just not as good."

There's a small snort before he continues. "I make the best desserts, though."