Well, that was depressing. Truth be told, Dante wasn't sure if Nelo would survive either, but he had to say something. "We don't know that for sure yet. Valdis seemed pretty sure you'd survive."

Dante was hard-pressed to think of a foreigner who had a cookbook of all things with them. He could think of a few who knew how to cook, but either they didn't use cookbooks or didn't report one as stolen. Now that he mentioned it, why were things like like strawberry shortcakes popping up when produce was only beginning to stop being a rarity on the shell? Perhaps the kedan didn't destroy as much foreigner knowledge as they were led to believe.

"So the kedan are finally hiring folks again? Thanks, I needed a bit of good news." He actually sounded a bit jealous. His freelancing career took a huge hit, so seeing his brother do well inspired a bit of confidence and competitiveness. He moved to the table, though he didn't really plan on eating much; just making sure his brother did. "Trust me, you'll feel better once you start putting some weight on."