Martha looks down at her bowl, then glances around for soup spoons. This place doesn't seem to have any, and she doesn't feel like going and rooting around in a completely different restaurant. And anyway, maybe seal stew is supposed to be drunk the way Esca's doing it. He certainly doesn't seem to have any reservations when it comes to tipping his bowl up to his mouth.
Dad would despair, she suspects, but if this is how it's done, this is how it's done. Taking a deep breath, she lifts the bowl to her face and takes a very small sip. If it's awful, she doesn't want to swallow a big mouthful. "Oh--it is good."
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Date: 2012-06-25 04:25 pm (UTC)Dad would despair, she suspects, but if this is how it's done, this is how it's done. Taking a deep breath, she lifts the bowl to her face and takes a very small sip. If it's awful, she doesn't want to swallow a big mouthful. "Oh--it is good."