Weekend Lunch (Tag: Squall)

Esmeralda let him have the majority of the wings as she took a few things from the other plates, loving the potato skins. "We had potatoes in Paris, but never like this."

She shrugged, "I don't care all that much about health. Food is food and I'm grateful for what I can get." She was far too used to going without food to be too picky about what she consumed.

She looked up at him in slight confusion, "Bad food is never good, not even in moderation. Mold doesn't taste good at all. Trust me. I mean, I can deal with it when I have to but... I'd rather not."

She glanced down, "He convinced a few to come here, but not many. My people can be a bit superstitious, and that doesn't help."

Esmeralda glared at him, "My people are superstitious, not stupid. I'm not going to lie to them to try to cheat them into doing something they don't want to do."

She sighed, "You think we haven't tried that? Most of the ones who are here, were friends of mine or Clopin's. He wasn't really liked by the older more traditional Rromani to begin with, due to his youth and his support of me when Paris burned. The ones who've stayed think we're only leading our people to destruction."