[ The prompting is hardly necessary, since there's only one thing to do with all this food and all this time to cook it. Putting the bags on the counter, Diarmuid rifles through it to take out a few things that he's familiar with: leeks, potatoes, mostly ingredients that aren't too specifically Japanese. ]
...Does she fall ill often?
[ He asks with a bit of somberness, which Lien might be able to detect. ]
no subject
...Does she fall ill often?
[ He asks with a bit of somberness, which Lien might be able to detect. ]