If Inigo wasn't so caught up in his ideas for possible meals to get out of this mission, then he surely would have fainted at those simple words - especially since they're coming from Roland of all people. The other telling him that he is proud of him, exactly the kind of words Inigo longs to hear from a father figure, means so much.
So even though he is half-distracted, it does seem like Inigo blossoms a little at those words, under the pat on his shoulder. His eyes start to sparkle a little, and he shifts on his chair, almost like an exited dog that's wagging its tail.
"Well.. I just thought-- if we have to get rid of them anyway, why not make the most out of it, you know?" Especially when Inigo comes from a place where food was so scarce. The idea of wasting meat like that just doesn't sit right with him. ".. unless it's really gross meat. But it would be pretty good if it does taste like pork!"
(And it sure helps that Inigo, indeed, has absolutely no idea what chinchillas are.
It's not exactly a species indigenous to Ylisse, after all. It might be why he's looking so excited here, like he's just imagining some kind of Wild New Wildlife To Fight.)
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So even though he is half-distracted, it does seem like Inigo blossoms a little at those words, under the pat on his shoulder. His eyes start to sparkle a little, and he shifts on his chair, almost like an exited dog that's wagging its tail.
"Well.. I just thought-- if we have to get rid of them anyway, why not make the most out of it, you know?" Especially when Inigo comes from a place where food was so scarce. The idea of wasting meat like that just doesn't sit right with him. ".. unless it's really gross meat. But it would be pretty good if it does taste like pork!"
(And it sure helps that Inigo, indeed, has absolutely no idea what chinchillas are.
It's not exactly a species indigenous to Ylisse, after all. It might be why he's looking so excited here, like he's just imagining some kind of Wild New Wildlife To Fight.)