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[So, this transmission shows a well-dressed (if looking like she fell out of a Renfaire) woman with slightly pointed ears, one who is tall enough that her head is partially cut off in the video image. The undersized bag of groceries confirm that this isn't a matter of sitting too close to the console.]

This cannot be a week’s worth of provisions. It is hardly worth a day or two. Perhaps an Easterner or one of these kedan could live on this, but they are small, so clearly must eat less. Bah, everything here is undersized and cramped.

[Also, someone should really break it to her that a local week is seven days, not five as it is in Tazendra's home country. Before the shopkeepers do.]

One would think that the kedan would spend less time providing us with these sorcerous message devices, and in being ill-mannered to their guests, and more in arranging proper food supplies and their preparation. Cracks in the Orb, it cannot be that difficult to prepare bread. I have seen Srahi or Mica perform the task a thousand times.

Only, I haven't the faintest idea what is the first step. Ah, but I have been sending a message, so perhaps someone will offer their services?

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[ Ender doesn't know if there are punishments for sharing provisions, so he plays it safe by encrypting this message. ]

If you need more, I can offer some of my own.

Ah, will you then?

Of course. It may not be much, but every little bit should help, right? Where can I find you?

The fire sector, building three-bee.

I'll be there shortly.

[ And with that, Ender signs off, grabs a bag and goes to collect half of his portions. He doesn't know how to cook, so he only has things that you can eat raw. Fruits. Vegetables. Bread. Etc. With those items in hand, he leaves Bean's apartment and makes his way over to the Fire Sector. ]

[Well, Tazendra isn't going anywhere, though it might take her a moment to answer the door if you're knocking.]

[ Ender hasn't really been around to explore, and going out by himself probably isn't the wisest move considering the way the kedan have been treating guests, but he isn't very concerned. Surviving was something he managed to keep doing at home, so why would it be any different here?

He reaches her apartment without incident, knocking on the door and waiting for her response. ]

[Tazendra arrived after a moment or two. In person, the fact she's over 7 feet tall is a lot more noticeable.]

You were banging at my door?

[She sounds confused, and a bit annoyed, as if she doesn't quite know why you were knocking and if she should be insulted by it.]

[ Ender looks up. And up. And up. Well, that makes him feel inadequate about his own recent growth spurt. ]

I take it it's a custom you're not used to, sorry.

[ Ender rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. ]

In my culture, it's a polite way to announce yourself. It's rude to just walk in on someone unannounced.

[ The hand lowers and he extends the bag toward her. ] I brought half of what I had. Next time I go shopping, just let me know the foods you like and I'll be sure to pick those up.

In the Empire, it is customary to clap at the door to announce oneself. Touching another's door is often unwise as they are usually spelled against intruders.

[Well, except for the period where magic didn't work, but it took longer than that for a custom to die out.]

Ah, that is... that is to say thank you.

[Really, she's not quite sure what to make of this: a random act of kindness from an obvious foreigner and a child, from a race she's used to thinking of as perpetually impoverished where she's from.]

You're welcome. [ He says simply. Helping others is really his way of atoning for all his past -- his way of redeeming himself. ]

Ah. That's useful to know about the clapping. So would it be something like this?

[ He claps a couple of times and then looks to her for her input. After all, maybe there was a duration or a certain height you're supposed to hold your hands or any number of things. Ender wants to make sure he gets the custom down perfectly so as to breech the barrier between cultures. Especially since they're likely to meet at least once a week until this ration is over. ]

Just so!

[really, it's about as picky as knocking is]

I'll remember for next time. I'm Ender, by the way.

[ He smiles, and so as to avoid any weird culture confusion, he doesn't offer his hand, but waits to see if there's something she does specific to introductions. ]

I am Tazendra, Lavode, Baroness of Daavya.

[After talking with Agent Carter, she puts a slight pause after her name to make it clear when her titles start.]

That's quite a title. I feel inadequate by comparison. It's nice to meet you, Tazendra.

And you.

[a bit surprised by the informality, to be honest]

[ This is the awkward moment where he's standing there, unsure of what to do. After all, he doesn't want to invite himself in, but he doesn't want to keep talking to her at the door in case she wants to go. So he simply bows his head to dismiss himself. ]

I'll be in touch come next week. With any luck, the rationing should start to get better...but just in case, you can count on half of my portions to supplement your own.

Ah, yes. If you need anything of your own, you may seek me.

[nods her head]

Thank you.

[ And with those words, he backs up a step, offers a wave and heads back the way he came. ]

[nods and closes the door]

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