Kick Over the Traces

He really doesn't, but he's splurging. It's his first time getting food like this outside the capital too, so he's eager to try. "Not like this," Sorey says cheerfully, the box cradled in his arm. They'll find a nice spot to enjoy these together, far enough from prying eyes that people won't question Vahvuus's presence. "I read that there's a lot more culinary experimentation in port towns than there are in cities further inland; we have vanilla bean buns and dried oranges and stuff back in Loegres, but I've never had them like this."