Okay well there's a lot to focus on there, but the most baffling one for Arthur personally is extremely simple.
"I-- s-so, er, just so you're aware- surgery for the heart like that really isn't- well, it doesn't exist, in my time, not in a-a successful capacity."
"Oh." Oops. She hadn't thought about that. It's so much a fact of her life that it never even occurred to her to wonder when it started being possible.
That startles a huff of laughter out of Arthur, despite himself.
"Alright then. So, because you've had this no doubt insanely complex and life-saving surgery, your father thinks you ought to be kept in an ivory tower for the rest of your days. Meanwhile you've already turned the curtains into an escape rope."
She feels like she should say something in her dad's defense, but instead she's biting her lip to keep from outright grinning.
It still shows in her voice. "Basically. My mom handles it by making sure I never eat anything that tastes good."
...Which given what he just said about heart surgery -- "Uh, after heart surgery you're not supposed to eat certain kinds of foods because they can..."
Look she's fifteen she doesn't care yet. "They're not healthy for you. Even less than for other people."
She clears her throat delicately and goes on like an announcer calling out the starting line-up of a baseball team. "No foods with added sugars, no red or processed meat or poultry with skin, no processed foods contain high amounts of fat, no full fat dairy products, nothing with a lot of salt, no sugary drinks or sodas, nothing with a lot of caffeine. I'm fifteen and my caffeine tolerance is for shit."
Which is clearly the fault of not being able to have caffeine and not the fact that she's fifteen and shouldn't have a caffeine tolerance yet.
She shrugs, a habit of expression more than a gesture meant for Arthur. "I listen to about half of those three-fourths of the time."
Edited (ok i'm done i blame the research rabbit hole) 2023-09-21 14:55 (UTC)
Arthur and Willa's standards for processed foods are, he is rapidly discovering, wildly different. Which he already knew, to an extent, but to actually hear it out loud was something else. He can understand the words, but their context is completely bizarre.
"You know, I'm not sure you're supposed to have coffee at your age," he comments dryly. "But, uh. Yeah, gruel and water, by the sounds of it. Completely appetising."
He picks up the shirt he was working on and shakes it out to start over. "The stuff that's good for you rarely tastes good. And I doubt you ever had to have castor oil."
Which is the obvious answer, so Arthur is grinning a bit cheekily as he says it. "It was a bit of a- a cure-all, when I was a boy, er. Pretty much any sickness was supposed to be helped by it, though- mostly it just gave you the runs."
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Okay well there's a lot to focus on there, but the most baffling one for Arthur personally is extremely simple.
"I-- s-so, er, just so you're aware- surgery for the heart like that really isn't- well, it doesn't exist, in my time, not in a-a successful capacity."
And won't for another twenty years, maybe.
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"Uh, surprise?"
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"Alright then. So, because you've had this no doubt insanely complex and life-saving surgery, your father thinks you ought to be kept in an ivory tower for the rest of your days. Meanwhile you've already turned the curtains into an escape rope."
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It still shows in her voice. "Basically. My mom handles it by making sure I never eat anything that tastes good."
...Which given what he just said about heart surgery -- "Uh, after heart surgery you're not supposed to eat certain kinds of foods because they can..."
Look she's fifteen she doesn't care yet. "They're not healthy for you. Even less than for other people."
She clears her throat delicately and goes on like an announcer calling out the starting line-up of a baseball team. "No foods with added sugars, no red or processed meat or poultry with skin, no processed foods contain high amounts of fat, no full fat dairy products, nothing with a lot of salt, no sugary drinks or sodas, nothing with a lot of caffeine. I'm fifteen and my caffeine tolerance is for shit."
Which is clearly the fault of not being able to have caffeine and not the fact that she's fifteen and shouldn't have a caffeine tolerance yet.
She shrugs, a habit of expression more than a gesture meant for Arthur. "I listen to about half of those three-fourths of the time."
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"You know, I'm not sure you're supposed to have coffee at your age," he comments dryly. "But, uh. Yeah, gruel and water, by the sounds of it. Completely appetising."
He picks up the shirt he was working on and shakes it out to start over. "The stuff that's good for you rarely tastes good. And I doubt you ever had to have castor oil."
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...But also-- "What's castor oil?"
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Which is the obvious answer, so Arthur is grinning a bit cheekily as he says it. "It was a bit of a- a cure-all, when I was a boy, er. Pretty much any sickness was supposed to be helped by it, though- mostly it just gave you the runs."
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"All right, different question. Favorite foods. Go."