Date: 2015-03-11 12:43 am (UTC)
apassingafternoon: (for how long must I wait)
"There'll be enough if you move quickly enough," Nariko warned, and then added, "Maybe don't sit too close to Kaine."

Kaine herself heard nothing at all. She waited, all but vibrating in place, anxious for the very instant Nariko would set everything down. That happened, of course, and two of the bowls went to Kaine, one quickly snatched and put off to the side farthest away from everyone else. The other had its lid ripped off viciously, and Nariko was smart enough to leave the fork on the ground lest she draw back a stump of an arm. The steam soup that held numerous, rich, brown noodles was devoured near instantly. Kaine only paused to sip at the heavy, almost gravy-like broth, her moan far too indulgent and even dark to sound entirely innocent to anyone who didn't know her well.

And Nariko supposed that, when it came to her friends appetite, neither Roland or Cuthbert knew how utterly obsessed Kaine was with her meals. Picking up the fork Kaine twirled up a large bundle of the dark pasta, gathering bits of meat and vegetables along the way, and shoved all of it into her mouth with the grace of a ravenous, angry yak. Her teeth even clicked before she got to chewing, cheeks puffed out but an expression of pure, joyous bliss was in her eyes.

Nariko observed it all very evenly.

"So," She looked at Cuthbert. "The buns have meat and vegetables, and they're aptly called Lunch Buns. They're very inventive with names around here." They weren't, but when you had to deal with multiple people from multiple words maybe simplicity was the best policy. "What Kaine is eating? Those are Seaweed noodles, hers are meat, the other one - assuming any of us gets to it before her - has sea food. There's also ice-cream, which is cold, delicious, and tastes like strawberries. And also like a mang-o, that's the orange one, and it's mine so try not to eat it all, please."

Meanwhile, Kaine gulped down the last little morsel of broth and then licked the bowl for good measure before she tossed it away.

"Oh man! That! That is what being home feels like!"
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