taron
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Post by taron on Dec 5, 2009 15:20:22 GMT -5
Taron was close enough to the tray on his own bed, so stayed there, leaning over. It did smell good. Wonderful, and it made his mouth water. Claw revealed each piece, and Taron's eyes fell on the meat. Ribs? He wasnt sure if he'd ever tasted that before. Possibly, but in much smaller prey. This would be a treat.
Not wanting to intrude upon Claw whilst she investigated, Taron sat back waiting patiently. She was the leader, she'd get first pick. It was her money, afterall, whoever paid, so he could allow her this. He might not get much of a choice anyway; she seemed about to dig in right then. Of course she wouldnt, though. Taron guessed Bane would get priority.
'I'm starving' he stated, intending it as a subtle hint for her to hurry up a bit.
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Post by Ruko on Dec 6, 2009 13:45:32 GMT -5
Ruko frowned at Taron. "Eat, then! God, I'm not your mother. Just eat." With that, she handed him one of the white plates, the normal kind from restaurants. Passing one to Thofte, as well, she began to pile on mashed potatoes onto her plate. There would be plenty for everyone, unless Taron turned out to be an ABSOLUTE pig, which she highly doubted.
Thofte, ripping a loaf of the sourdough bread in half, and putting one part on his plate, waited patiently for Ruko to finish stacking her plate with mashed potatoes. He loved them, so he wanted to make sure he got some. Of course, there was NO way that Ruko would eat them ALL.
Finished getting her potatoes, Ruko grabbed Thofte's other half of the sourdough bread, and then proceeded to help her little brother stack his plate with mashed potatoes. Let Taron grab what he wanted.
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Post by taron on Dec 7, 2009 13:27:17 GMT -5
'Uh....' Taron blinked, nodding silently, but still waiting for Claw to decide first. Taking some bread, he began making up his meal. Some bread, some ribs, and....well he'd wait for Claw and Bane to finish with the mashed potato. That seemed to be the favourite, and he was curious to taste and see why it was so special. What could be so great about mashed potatoes?
Cross-legged with the plate in his lap, Taron started plucking at the meat with his fingers. It was hot, but that meant nothing to him, and soon he was tearing at it with his teeth. It tasted odd; obviously having had something done to it. Well of course, it wouldn't be the meat special if it was just plain meat. Pity, Taron liked plain meat, and all the seasoning and herbs were messing with his tastebuds. It wasnt all bad though, in fact the new flavour almost made up for the loss. Almost. Taron ate slowly, nibbling bits off at a time. For the price, it ought to be enjoyed properly.
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