Both work for me. I don't know what they have here, exactly. But I'm fine with meat or vegetables.

[But he knows everyone has their individual preferences. Sorey's just never been a picky eater himself, quite willing to at least try anything at least once. There's a lot new that he's been eating as he travels, even back home. He follows her, putting his file down at the table next to him as he looks around a bit, taking in the atmosphere before answering.]

Where? Oh. I'm from Glenwood. Elysia, actually. Though it's...hard to say what the date would be in comparison to this place.

[He can only imagine how much more history there would be, if this place is so much more advanced.]