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International Cuisine | Monday, first period

Hannibal greeted his students as usual at Portalocity, then nodded and started. "Today we will actually be jumping slightly in time, since our restaurant isn't open until the afternoon." Really, how on earth had he lived without portals?

"Our destination today is Lima, Peru. The primary language there is Spanish; I imagine some of you may speak it as well, so please speak up so the others will know they can use you as a resource. Peru's standard cuisine owes much to any number of immigrant groups in the area; the restaurant we'll be visiting pares down some of those influences and focuses on local ingredients and flavors from the Amazon forest. The chef has researched quite a bit, and formed relationships with local suppliers that enable him to offer a wide variety."

The portal opened, and they would step through into a wide, sunny street in front of the restaurant.

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En Español!

Edited 2015-06-01 03:35 (UTC)

Charlotte Grote

Alana

Cosette Fauchelevent

Mabel Pines

Kaylin Neya

You'll be in the more casual terrace (http://amaz.com.pe/amaz.php) setting. Hannibal will probably be ordering just about one of everything ~~like I'd like to~~.

Lottie spoke even less Spanish than she did French, and her French was terrible. She went gung ho on the menu anyway, never one to let a little something like a language barrier stop her.

Arroz con coco was less exciting when it arrived than she'd anticipated. Especially as she'd managed to decide it meant "chocolate corn" instead of "coconut rice".

She was reasonably certain that the Chocolate absoluto was going to be completely amazing, though.

"What do you think?" Hannibal asked her, smiling.

"It needs more chocolate," Lottie decided. "All of it. Every single dish. All chocolate."

Thus spake the fourteen year old.

Hannibal laughed. "Possibly not the conch."

Lottie tilted her head. "Have you tried the conch with chocolate?"

"I have not," Hannibal answered. "But being acquainted with the taste of each, I believe I can confidently say they would not go well together."

Lottie tisked at him. "My mum always says you can't say you don't like it if you haven't tried it yet."

"In general a good guideline," Hannibal agreed. "In specific, often rubbish, I'm sorry to say."

Lottie thought about this. "May I please get that in writing? Maybe notarized."

Hannibal grinned. "I'm not a notary, but I'll see what I can do."

"That would be well appreciated," Lottie said. "Then I can prove to Mum I learned something on my trip to . . . . oh. I should probably tell her at some point that I'm not in France."

"Very possibly, yes," Hannibal agreed. "How did you end up on the island instead of France?"

"Extreme foolishness, most likely," Lottie said. "Though I followed all the instructions in the pamphlet the exchange program sent us."

"Us?" Hannibal asked. "Were there others going with you?"

"I think technically there's meant to be a whole bunch of us," Lottie said. "But I meant to me and Mum. I suppose it was a little weird. When Mimi came to Tackleford, the whole school went in one bus."

"I would expect that's more usual." Hannibal shrugged. "Well, however it happened, I'm pleased you made it here. But yes," he said, "you probably should let your mother know."

Alana ordered the conchas canga con camu camu, mainly because the name was ridiculously fun to say, and was rewarded by a delicious platter of large shellfish in a sweet-and-sour sauce.

And, since ordering based on what she wanted to say had worked so well for the first course, she'd happily move on to bife spicy for her main.

"How are you enjoying the different cuisines?" Hannibal asked. "You have a rather unique perspective, not coming from Earth."

"I've loved everything I've had so far," Alana said with a smile, "And, as a bonus? At home I never got anything with as fantastic a name as conchas canga con camu camu."

Hannibal laughed. "Well, I hope you continue to enjoy it."

Cosette did not speak Spanish, no, and while she gamely attempted to pronounce the names of the menu items she was ordering they . . . sounded exactly like Spanish words as filtered through the pronunciation of a French speaker.

Look, the important thing was that she tried. Right?

It was!

"Don't worry," Hannibal told her. "They're used to tourists here. You're doing better than most."

Okay! Mabel was totally game! She sat herself down, looking over the menu, and... promptly realized that she had no idea what any of it was.

SHE COULD WORK WITH THIS.

So, randomly picking one thing off of each section of the menu it was going to be.

Empanadas de yuca! Which turned out to be a sort of veggie and chestnut pie - totally a winner.

Churos pishiprones! Was... not at all what she'd been expecting, what with being snails stuffed with sausage and tapioca, but after a bit of fiddling, she found herself pleasantly surprised (if a bit desperate for a drink of water. Chorizo was spiiiiicy). She was game to try everything once, though. And now she could mark eating large snails for some reason off of her bucket list!

Juane de pato pekin? Was duck! Really nice duck, actually, with rice and hoisin sauce. It didn't last long at all.

Inchicapi de gallina was a nice, thick sort of chicken-and-peanut soup. Mabel was actually tempted to get seconds of this, but there were still three menu sections left and she was starting to get full and slow down, here.

Doncella casho? Was a sort of sauteed fish-and-nuts-and-mushrooms thing. Mabel approved!

Encurdito de la región? Pickles. Just straight-up pickles.

And for dessert? The puzanga rosada, which was the fanciest, most pink thing Mabel had ever had on a plate in front of her, and it tasted like roses and apples and grapefruit and magic. Mostly magic. She couldn't help but make little happy sounds as she ate it. At all. Because. Because.

And... that accomplished, she... was too full to feel feeling. Ever again. And was probably going to die. She'd die happy, don't get her wrong, but...

Way better than death by Smile Dip, anyway.

Hannibal chuckled. "I take it you enjoyed the meal?"

"It was amaaaaazing," Mabel enthused, though her enthusiasm was slightly tempered by how full she was. "I have no idea what some of that stuff was, and I really wasn't expecting the snails, but everything was a-okay in my book!"

She just... needed to digest. For a month.

"Very good." Hannibal smiled at her. "I'm always pleased to have a student with an adventurous palate."

"Well, if I don't try the weird stuff, I might end up missing the good stuff," Mabel pointed out, smiling back at him. "And when I don't know what the menu says, that's a golden opportunity to be surprised by something new!"

It was a shame she'd left her camera back in the dorms. Those snails would have been a wonderful scrapbookortunity.

"Quite right." Hannibal grinned. "Never pass something up because it's unknown." He toasted her.

"Hear, hear!" Mabel lifted her own glass in agreement.

Did it count if you were toasting with fruit juice?

Oh well!

Kaylin had absolutely no idea what anything was so she just pointed to a bunch of different things in different areas of the menu and looked at the waiter questioningly. If he nodded, she did too and just hoped that whatever she got would be tasty.

"Nothing here should be inedible," Hannibal assured her. "But if you have questions, I'm happy to help."

"I just picked random things," Kaylin admitted. "I barely can read regular words, never mind these. But I figure food is food, right? Everything in these places you bring us has been pretty good, so I guess this will be too."

"Thank you." Hannibal nodded. "I hope so."

He's here and enjoying the food!

Hey, chocolate's a local ingredient!

Apparently so are ants; I couldn't find them on the menu, but my Spanish is pretty abysmal.

This class is killiiiiing me. I want to eat it allllll.

ME TOO. And just think of all the things I look up and never share!

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