Om nom surfacer food.

It's good quality food, too, featuring a wider variety of fresh vegetables and fruits than most surfacer places offer.

Well, she can't go too nuts on portion sizes but she can savor a reasonable amount.

Mrs. Hughes also offers to make them some sandwiches to take with them on their journey; she seems under the impression the Elric girls don't eat enough, or at least not enough healthy food.

"Sandwiches to bring along would be great, thanks!"

Does she have any foods she especially likes, or alternatively can't eat?

"I really like honey and oatmeal and pears. Don't think I'm allergic to anything but I can check before I eat it if I don't recognize an ingredient."

Alright! She'll get right on that, then.

Belmarniss is appreciative.

And soon enough it's time to head to the train station. Presumably with Belmarniss still catching a ride in Bellona's armor?

Yup. Discomfort ahoy.

Still, they make it onto the train - and into a private car, Hughes really pulled through from Em's comments - without issue. Em pulls the curtains, and Bellona opens her armor.

Out comes Belmarniss. "Bleah."

"Sorry."

"I mean, it would be strictly worse if I had no way to hide in transit, but. Bleah."

"It's worse when she's also trying to fight. Never really pleasant, though."

"Wow, I hope I never experience that."

"We've had some... Interesting... Cases of needing to run away."

"Do I want these stories?"

"Depends on what sorts of stories you like."

"I like stories, just don't like making people uncomfortable about them."