But- you're cleaning up after others, not just yourself.
[He gestures to the table Ollie just took a plate off of.
A Drider... Finnick encountered one on a quest once, and she was in a cave. That Drider was nothing like Olivine, though.]
Oh, underground? That makes sense. There's some others here who grew up underground. Just- there's a lot of cheese and stuff down there, so let me know if I need to make some space for you.
I'm always cleaning up after others [still visibly confused] I'm... It's normal?
[Even leaving aside Olivine's low status as an unmarried male drider, and the highly communal nature of his native society, he was only a common laborer. It did not even occur to him that he should only ever be responsible for his own messes.]
I did see the cheese! Why is there so much of it? I could wrap some up in silk, if you want... it should keep forever that way. And not smell.
Oh. Well... [Finnick is a little befuddled. This must be a cultural difference.] Most people consider cleaning up after people you don't know to be a job you get paid for. But if you don't mind doing it, then, by all means.
[He shrugs. Far be it from in to talk someone out of helping out around here, if that's what they want to do.]
Oh, that would be good, yeah. A former resident here, Viktor, and Skandranon, that giant gryphon guy, moved into a house that used to belong to a cheesemonger. So they had all of this cheese to get rid of, and donated a lot of it to the inn.
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[He gestures to the table Ollie just took a plate off of.
A Drider... Finnick encountered one on a quest once, and she was in a cave. That Drider was nothing like Olivine, though.]
Oh, underground? That makes sense. There's some others here who grew up underground. Just- there's a lot of cheese and stuff down there, so let me know if I need to make some space for you.
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[Even leaving aside Olivine's low status as an unmarried male drider, and the highly communal nature of his native society, he was only a common laborer. It did not even occur to him that he should only ever be responsible for his own messes.]
I did see the cheese! Why is there so much of it? I could wrap some up in silk, if you want... it should keep forever that way. And not smell.
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[He shrugs. Far be it from in to talk someone out of helping out around here, if that's what they want to do.]
Oh, that would be good, yeah. A former resident here, Viktor, and Skandranon, that giant gryphon guy, moved into a house that used to belong to a cheesemonger. So they had all of this cheese to get rid of, and donated a lot of it to the inn.