[ Matt chuckles in a huff at the remark about putting people through their paces. But he's quiet as he listens to Tezcatlipoca's answer: The physical demands of the mortar and pestle make casual chatting more of an undertaking.
Izcalli doesn't ring a bell to him, but he brightens noticeably at the mention of Tlaloc. As with Quetzalcoatl, the pronouns being different than those he's familiar doesn't slow him down at all; his battered brain immediately occupies itself with recalling tidbits of epithet and codex. What does give him pause is the name "Daybit."
That doesn't sound like Nahuatl ... ]
That was nice of you to do, [ he says. He leans a bit harder on the pestle, starting to put his arm into it. ] I guess I'm more on their end of things. I can barely feed myself, only I have absolutely no excuse.
[ That is, Matt appreciates the sensory pleasures of good food. But with a limited budget and so many demands on his time back home, cooking for himself hadn't been a focus. ]
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Izcalli doesn't ring a bell to him, but he brightens noticeably at the mention of Tlaloc. As with Quetzalcoatl, the pronouns being different than those he's familiar doesn't slow him down at all; his battered brain immediately occupies itself with recalling tidbits of epithet and codex. What does give him pause is the name "Daybit."
That doesn't sound like Nahuatl ... ]
That was nice of you to do, [ he says. He leans a bit harder on the pestle, starting to put his arm into it. ] I guess I'm more on their end of things. I can barely feed myself, only I have absolutely no excuse.
[ That is, Matt appreciates the sensory pleasures of good food. But with a limited budget and so many demands on his time back home, cooking for himself hadn't been a focus. ]