Chapter 383
"But still, Charlotte."
On the way home after spending the day leaving behind a trail of confusion about this world, Alice teased Charlotte lightly.
"In the end, everything was delicious, wasn’t it? You did eat it all."
"...It was delicious. Well, the originals are delicious to begin with."
Charlotte replied primly.
When Claire and Alice arrived, I’d gotten a subtle taste of national pride, but Charlotte’s reaction felt very fresh.
She didn’t hate this country unconditionally.
She found most of the technology fascinating, but she was brutally honest about the things she found strange. It was very characteristic of her.
Especially when it came to food—her standards were extremely high.
Any dish that deviated from her idea of "Western food" was seen with deep suspicion.
Like when she saw potatoes on pizza.
Which wasn’t even a French dish in the first place.