That is to say, it's kind of cold: Dulcinea's been hoarding those Oracle-given gifts for a much more important occasion than chill-induced joint pains and has therefore been suffering the cold. She couldn't just keep using Gideon Nav as a human space heater; they occasionally had to walk in different directions. But there were little shops, and one of the little shops had warm fleece cloaks with hoods, so that was going to have to do.
(In comparison to the Isle that Blooms, it is possible everything's going to disappoint Dulcie on some level.)
She'd never had coffee before, but unlike some it wasn't that she didn't know what it was--but rather that she'd never been allowed to have coffee before and that made something an immediate Dulcinea beacon. True, she hated not having a cavalier, but at least no one was telling her all the things she couldn't do, whether or not it was under someone else's orders. He'd hated holding her back, and she knew it. But now no one was, and even if she wasn't using those magic pods, she'd had medicine and had a cane and the warm cloak and the tube in her nose, which she kept hooked over one ear.
Palamedes will have to forgive her for not recognizing him at first when she walks up to the counter: it's just, they've never met and it's been some time since she's seen a picture. The context clues are somewhat off, as well. Not knowing who she's speaking to doesn't stop the chipper, "So I've never actually gotten to drink coffee before because my minders were trained by rejects from the Eighth House," not that this statement has yet meant anything to anyone, or much of her other allusions, except that a few of the Travelers are now familiar with the Ninth, "Which means I need a recommendation. Sweet. Artery-clogging, preferentially."
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That is to say, it's kind of cold: Dulcinea's been hoarding those Oracle-given gifts for a much more important occasion than chill-induced joint pains and has therefore been suffering the cold. She couldn't just keep using Gideon Nav as a human space heater; they occasionally had to walk in different directions. But there were little shops, and one of the little shops had warm fleece cloaks with hoods, so that was going to have to do.
(In comparison to the Isle that Blooms, it is possible everything's going to disappoint Dulcie on some level.)
She'd never had coffee before, but unlike some it wasn't that she didn't know what it was--but rather that she'd never been allowed to have coffee before and that made something an immediate Dulcinea beacon. True, she hated not having a cavalier, but at least no one was telling her all the things she couldn't do, whether or not it was under someone else's orders. He'd hated holding her back, and she knew it. But now no one was, and even if she wasn't using those magic pods, she'd had medicine and had a cane and the warm cloak and the tube in her nose, which she kept hooked over one ear.
Palamedes will have to forgive her for not recognizing him at first when she walks up to the counter: it's just, they've never met and it's been some time since she's seen a picture. The context clues are somewhat off, as well. Not knowing who she's speaking to doesn't stop the chipper, "So I've never actually gotten to drink coffee before because my minders were trained by rejects from the Eighth House," not that this statement has yet meant anything to anyone, or much of her other allusions, except that a few of the Travelers are now familiar with the Ninth, "Which means I need a recommendation. Sweet. Artery-clogging, preferentially."