[SE] Oh, Valley of Plenty

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies "I think I'm going to like it here very much," she said with a grin. If the food was anything to go on, the apparent pride of the proprietor as she complimented it was even more of a giveaway. Here was someone who cared about what they were doing, and good at their job as well. The attitude was one she approved of very much, and Maea allowed herself to relax into the simple enjoyment of eating, the scrape of her cutlery a counterpoint to the gentle clinking of bottles as Sunjata made his inventory. Meanwhile, she looked at the far wall he had indicated, taking in the memorabilia with quiet interest. It was a nice touch that added a personal feel to the interior, that could easily have felt stiff and overpolished without it. Maea thought of her loved ones, who had no place to remember them by, and soon would not even have the farm to their names anymore. Perhaps she would bring something to add to the space here. It was not the Rathskeller they remembered, but many of the old crowd would no doubt find their way here eventually. "Is that a custom from your homeland? To make spaces for those who passed?" she asked, as she reached for the glass.