[Li has no idea how she'll go about earning money here. Missions, likely, and... nope. That's as far ahead as her vision of the future extends. Really, a good part of why this all isn't inducing panic in her is that she can't even imagine how things might go wrong when she can't even really picture everything going right. In a way this is just as dreamlike as the dream itself was, unreal and new.
Li can cook. She's not an expert at it, but she can manage, and sometimes post-mission her body won't let her sleep until she's had protein. Eggs and rice is her go-to. In a pinch, she can make a few soups, which is greatly appreciated by her fellow Lis, who collectively have maybe five dishes they can make. Mostly, though, their handlers bring food for them and maintain a certain level of vitamin balance in their diet for them. It's one of those things she's never had to think about before.
The arts here seem varied in the way art is varied back home. That makes sense, since no one place is a monolith. Li wonders what other kinds of things are here - are ceramics a big thing here? Do the geometric patterns extend to other things made here, like blankets or clothing? She can see herself liking a geometric diamond patterned blanket. That would be a nice way to experiment with having something that grounds her, too, see if she can make connections with new objects like she'd had with her Gunayin pendant.]
I've had milk teas. They're not very popular in Northeastern China, but they're much more popular down south. Simple teas without other things are still common back home, we're just seeing a lot of people opt to buy tea ingredients from small farmers instead of big companies. Those are the expensive ones, the blends that are bits of jasmine from Jiangsu and white tea from Liaoning and lemon rinds from Fujian. I've never had those, but I love the way some of those fancy ones smell. It smells like home. My old home, I mean. [When she was still called Xiaohu and her hair hit her waist, and the world made sense.]
I admire Mikey's attitude. I try to try everything, too. I don't think it's possible to really know if you'll like something without trying it. I had bear paw's stew last New Year and it was really good, even though I didn't think it would be.
[The smell put other people off of it. Li, though, was too polite to be rude to the handler who'd gotten them something nice for the holiday, and instead sat down to dutifully eat her bowl without hesitation.]
Maybe that booth in the corner? I like the warmer lighting there, and I like that it's not visible from the windows. [In the event someone from home arrives, she needs to be able to avoid their gaze. This will definitely help.]
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Li can cook. She's not an expert at it, but she can manage, and sometimes post-mission her body won't let her sleep until she's had protein. Eggs and rice is her go-to. In a pinch, she can make a few soups, which is greatly appreciated by her fellow Lis, who collectively have maybe five dishes they can make. Mostly, though, their handlers bring food for them and maintain a certain level of vitamin balance in their diet for them. It's one of those things she's never had to think about before.
The arts here seem varied in the way art is varied back home. That makes sense, since no one place is a monolith. Li wonders what other kinds of things are here - are ceramics a big thing here? Do the geometric patterns extend to other things made here, like blankets or clothing? She can see herself liking a geometric diamond patterned blanket. That would be a nice way to experiment with having something that grounds her, too, see if she can make connections with new objects like she'd had with her Gunayin pendant.]
I've had milk teas. They're not very popular in Northeastern China, but they're much more popular down south. Simple teas without other things are still common back home, we're just seeing a lot of people opt to buy tea ingredients from small farmers instead of big companies. Those are the expensive ones, the blends that are bits of jasmine from Jiangsu and white tea from Liaoning and lemon rinds from Fujian. I've never had those, but I love the way some of those fancy ones smell. It smells like home. My old home, I mean. [When she was still called Xiaohu and her hair hit her waist, and the world made sense.]
I admire Mikey's attitude. I try to try everything, too. I don't think it's possible to really know if you'll like something without trying it. I had bear paw's stew last New Year and it was really good, even though I didn't think it would be.
[The smell put other people off of it. Li, though, was too polite to be rude to the handler who'd gotten them something nice for the holiday, and instead sat down to dutifully eat her bowl without hesitation.]
Maybe that booth in the corner? I like the warmer lighting there, and I like that it's not visible from the windows. [In the event someone from home arrives, she needs to be able to avoid their gaze. This will definitely help.]