[Connor has maybe always liked animals better than people, so he gets mildly distracted by Thalassa. He bends down to hold out a hand, murmuring quietly to try and get her to let him pet her. He does it to his asshole neighbor's cat sometimes too, when his asshole neighbor isn't paying attention.]
Hey, kitty. Do you like fish? It's not fresh, but I can catch you one if you want - oh. Here.
[Like an afterthought, Connor unslings his messenger bag and holds it out to Shion. He'd thrown everything in there for ease of carrying and there is a lot of stuff in there, actually. There's two woven boxes with lids (one filled with dried fish and one with smoked), along with a couple of onions and a handful of laetiporus mushrooms. Shion, uh. Asked for mushrooms? And those are what he took from Monsun to grow, so that's what he brought.
. . . It's entirely possible that Connor has a lot more food on hand than most people and he should probably share more of it instead of mostly feeding it to his Bludrocs and the Cariborn.]
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Hey, kitty. Do you like fish? It's not fresh, but I can catch you one if you want - oh. Here.
[Like an afterthought, Connor unslings his messenger bag and holds it out to Shion. He'd thrown everything in there for ease of carrying and there is a lot of stuff in there, actually. There's two woven boxes with lids (one filled with dried fish and one with smoked), along with a couple of onions and a handful of laetiporus mushrooms. Shion, uh. Asked for mushrooms? And those are what he took from Monsun to grow, so that's what he brought.
. . . It's entirely possible that Connor has a lot more food on hand than most people and he should probably share more of it instead of mostly feeding it to his Bludrocs and the Cariborn.]