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[alionsheart]

[ Robin doesn't use his device too terribly often; not because he doesn't understand how to use it - he's caught on well by now - but he'd still much prefer to speak with someone in person, unless of course they really only need to ask something briefly of each other. It serves a purpose, he won't deny that.

And today, he's decided to step outside of his comfort zone and deviate from how he normally conducts himself, posing a few questions and observations to anyone who might be listening.

He's in the dining room at the moment, giving some thought as to what he wants to eat, and his face is rather perfectly centered as he speaks. ]

Before my arrival here in Wonderland, I had a brief stay in a small village by the name of Storybrooke. Everyone frequented Granny's diner, so I presume the food was extraordinary there, but I regretfully didn't have much time to sample it all.

[ He thinks for a moment, trying to remember some of the menu items: ]

I enjoyed the burger I was able to try, and the grilled cheese.

I was curious about something called buffalo wings. Does anyone know much about the buffalo? It must be rather small, based on its wing structure.

[ He's familiar with chickens, and the meat that comprises burgers, but buffalo is something new to him. ]

I've come to understand there's a particular type of food unique to diners, and while this place isn't a diner in the strictest sense, we can certainly acquire any of the food normally found there. I'm not sure what I should try. Any suggestions?

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[alionsheart]

[ And Robin wouldn't begrudge him that, nor does he expect any sort of invitation. From the gentleman's words, it's easy to deduce it would be a high honor to receive an invitation. ]

I'll look forward to it, should such an occasion come to pass.

I do know a few people who can cook, and someone offered to make pot roast for me. I quite enjoyed that.

Do you have a favorite meal?

[avoirfaim]

[ A pot roast. Clearly, Robin, all of those offering you food are terribly provincial.

He smiles. ]

I'm partial to freshly hunted game meats, though I don't have a favorite recipe, no.

[alionsheart]

[ Well. That does pique his interest even more, since he's always hunted for his own food. Not as much here, but that's been his typical experience. ]

We can certainly agree on that, then. Prior to my arrival here, I spent much of my life in the forest, so as you can imagine, much of what I ate was freshly hunted game, caught with my own bow and arrow.

[avoirfaim]

[ He sees your piqued interest, Robin, with a smile. It's small, as like most of them doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it is present with purpose, namely that of playing the part of normal conversation. ]

You must be a good hunter then, to have survived this long on game. Nothing makes a prey animal run faster than the threat of being dinner.

[alionsheart]

[ The opportunity is there, and he has to take it: ]

My arrow never misses its mark.

[ That's not a hollow boast, either. He aims true, whatever he's aiming for. The few instances he's missed, it's been due to a magical interference of some sort. ]