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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 3937361" data-attributes="member: 11520">Glimmerdwang is native to the Island, while Ms. Butterflake moved here from the Shield Arm nearly 30 years ago. "We, my family I mean, had a salt mine and a sales office here. What with the plague it just wasn't practical or safe to travel a lot, so to keep a hand on the business, I emigrated. It was an adjustment at first, but I'm made some fine friends." She pats the Gnome on the hand. A soup course comes out. It is a delicate vegetable broth with perhaps a little veal as well. In it are three different varieties of mushroom neatly sliced. The leaves of a couple of different fresh herbs season the soup very mildly to allow the mushroom flavors to dominate. Grond looks dubiously at it, but his eyes light up upon tasting it. The halfling stops speaking and seems to be utterly focused on her enjoyment of the soup. Glimmerdwang is also quiet, not wanting to interrupt his friend's enjoyment and eating heartily as well. Soon the little crock is empty and Ms. Butterflake lets the spoon fall into the bowl with a clatter. "Oh that Marque just gets better and better. He's lucky I'm not in the market for a husband." The normally taciturn Grond surprises Michael by commenting. "That was...different. I never thought much about food, but that soup...It was, I don't really have the words. It had levels, layers. In my experience a given food just has one taste, but that was special, somehow it had different tastes all in the same bite." Michael does note that it was quite expertly prepared. Clearly this fellow knows his way around the kitchen. Perhaps Michael even feels a twinge of disloyal guilt. As much as he has enjoyed Gumbar's excellent cooking, this is on a different level.</blockquote>

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