Note smiles and tucks a stray lock of damp sandy blonde hair behind her pointed elven ear.  The light linen robe she's wearing clings lightly to her body, which is still moist from her bath.  She smiles softly and says, "I grew up in a camp of war followers.  We would go wherever the battles were, wherever soldiers would have coin to spend on entertainment, song, women, men..."<br/><br/>She trails off, her vision distant for a few moments then continues, "But a little girl, a changeling, in that environment doesn't get the choicest of vitals.  Often my brother and I would only get scraps of food that were the rejects of food from the camp followers.  Which of course were the rejects from the army.  If you grow up starving, you don't pass up a piece of meat, even when you know it's rancid.  You do what you have too in order to stay alive."<br/><br/>Her face grows dark for a moment,  "Worse, you're thankful for it, even as you know you're eating something that's going to make you sick.  Anything to put something in your belly."<br/><br/>She reaches out and grabs a fleshy fruit with a reddish orange rind, and tosses it to Doxi, "Sorry, didn't mean to get dark there.  So yeah, I just prefer fruits and vegetables basically.  No morals, just a history I guess.  Try this, it's an orange... or at least it's close to an orange.  Someone found a grove of them in Xendrik and brought them back.   The fleshy rind keeps them fresh for months."