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He looked at the young woman before him, thoughtfully. She was only human, posed no threat to him, and seemed to have enough respect for others, meaning she didn’t appear to be a bad person in Decaeneus’ eyes. “Y’know, I was thinking of getting food from there anyways today. If you’re content with the idea, I can accompany you there.” He stood still, though, choosing to wait for the other’s approval or rejection, before doing anything else. “It’s a pity you have to deal with that. But at least there’s people who try, even if they cannot manage to say it right sometimes.”

Kashya smiled at his offer to accompany her to the shop he mentioned. “Sounds good to me. I have a feeling I’d get lost if I tried to go by myself since I’m not familiar with the area.” She thought about what he said about people at least trying to pronounce her name. “I like the people who try, but I don’t like the ones that don’t. Although I can’t blame them for their confusion since I have a fairly uncommon name.”

“Ah, I suppose you’re right… It has happened before; unfamiliar people will come here, get lost and will try to ask the locals for help. Unfortunately, there are a lot of locals who do not speak English. So it’s difficult for both the tourist, and local really, because they may not understand what’s going on.” Decaeneus shakes his head at Kashya’s last phrase. “Out of respect they have to try, whether it is common or not.”

He looked at the young woman before him, thoughtfully. She was only human, posed no threat to him, and seemed to have enough respect for others, meaning she didn’t appear to be a bad person in Decaeneus’ eyes. “Y’know, I was thinking of getting food from there anyways today. If you’re content with the idea, I can accompany you there.” He stood still, though, choosing to wait for the other’s approval or rejection, before doing anything else. “It’s a pity you have to deal with that. But at least there’s people who try, even if they cannot manage to say it right sometimes.”

Kashya smiled at his offer to accompany her to the shop he mentioned. "Sounds good to me. I have a feeling I'd get lost if I tried to go by myself since I'm not familiar with the area." She thought about what he said about people at least trying to pronounce her name. "I like the people who try, but I don't like the ones that don't. Although I can't blame them for their confusion since I have a fairly uncommon name."

“Ha! My thoughts exactly. Terrible how so many make too much food at once and let the leftovers get stale. Cooking a bit every day is better.” A soft smile graced his features. He then nodded when he was asked to introduce himself, it was only the fair and polite thing to do, and the woman before him seemed to pose no threat, so he could relax a bit. “I am Decaeneus. As for pastries, there’s many traditional ones with cheeses, both sweet and salty. Though the ones with potatoes and cooked cabbage are a delight as well.” 

Okay, so maybe the man wasn’t completely intimidating, at least not now. It seemed he had been on the defensive before, and she found herself wondering what he’d been through to make him that way. She wasn’t going to ask though, because they didn’t know each other and it wasn’t her business anyways. “Those all sound delicious, I might just buy one of each since it would be hard to choose. It’s nice to meet you Mister Deca- Decaene- Decaeneus?” A frustrated sigh left her as she tried to properly pronounce his name.

“They’re well worth it, I assure you. And the cheese is made here in the village. The owners of the shop have their own cows, along with several other animals. As do most people in the village. A few chickens at least, if nothing else.” He chuckled seeing the girl struggle with the name, but it was not at her expense. “Yes. Nice to meet you as well. I appreciate you trying. There are others, the occasional disrespectful tourist,” he grumbled out, “don’t bother trying to learn it, or come close to how it should be said.”

Hearing that all the ingredients used to make the pastries were fresh, and locally sourced, made Kashya like the thought of them even more. As if on cue, her stomach growled, which made her blush. "Ah... Maybe I should buy some now before my stomach starts aching from hunger. I must have forgotten to eat because I was excited to see a new place." It wouldn't be the first time she'd done that. "Before that, though, I know the frustration of people not even trying to pronounce my name properly. It would be hypocritical of me to do that to someone else when it irritates me so much."

“Ha! My thoughts exactly. Terrible how so many make too much food at once and let the leftovers get stale. Cooking a bit every day is better.” A soft smile graced his features. He then nodded when he was asked to introduce himself, it was only the fair and polite thing to do, and the woman before him seemed to pose no threat, so he could relax a bit. “I am Decaeneus. As for pastries, there’s many traditional ones with cheeses, both sweet and salty. Though the ones with potatoes and cooked cabbage are a delight as well.” 

Okay, so maybe the man wasn't completely intimidating, at least not now. It seemed he had been on the defensive before, and she found herself wondering what he'd been through to make him that way. She wasn't going to ask though, because they didn't know each other and it wasn't her business anyways. "Those all sound delicious, I might just buy one of each since it would be hard to choose. It's nice to meet you Mister Deca- Decaene- Decaeneus?" A frustrated sigh left her as she tried to properly pronounce his name.

Kashya jumped at the voice, then turned and saw the person who spoke to her. “Oh, umm, I’m not looking for a guest house or hotel. Someone told me about this village and I asked for directions to come see it because I thought it would let me see some more of the culture of this beautiful country.” She wasn’t sure if the guy would accept that explanation, but what could she do? Honestly, he was kind of intimidating. “Food does sound good though, thank you for telling me about the shop.”

Decaeneus nodded, satisfied with the other’s answer. Usually, not many people knew or visited the village he lived in, preferring to go out and see bigger attractions, ones that didn’t always align with the nation’s culture, due to stories made by others. “Ah, alright then. It’s good to see someone come and learn of the culture, especially so closely. Most come for the vampire thing, don’t bother with actually goes on around here.” At this he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, it’s a good shop. It has excellent pastries too, freshly made.”

Well, the guy seemed to accept her explanation, and it was the honest truth. "Freshly made? The best kind." She grimaced at the vampire thing, "I've dealt with my fair share of vampire jokes. They're never funny." She had to refrain from rolling her eyes at the memories of her high school years. "Are there any pastries you would personally recommend, Mister, ummm, may I know your name? Mine is Kashya Usagi."

Kashya jumped at the voice, then turned and saw the person who spoke to her. "Oh, umm, I'm not looking for a guest house or hotel. Someone told me about this village and I asked for directions to come see it because I thought it would let me see some more of the culture of this beautiful country." She wasn't sure if the guy would accept that explanation, but what could she do? Honestly, he was kind of intimidating. "Food does sound good though, thank you for telling me about the shop."