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[fearlessherosheart]

[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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[xenocide]

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. ]

[fearlessherosheart]

Just so!

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

[xenocide]

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. ]

[fearlessherosheart]

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.]

[xenocide]

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

[fearlessherosheart]

And you.

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

[xenocide]

[ 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.

[fearlessherosheart]

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

[nods her head]

[xenocide]

Thank you.

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

[fearlessherosheart]

[nods and closes the door]