[the space Emery leaves behind seems to start to fill back up with the unease he had dispelled so easily, and Zel is now internally flaying himself for being so stupid as to order anything and be saddled with the task of actually finishing it out. probably a good idea ultimately - more calories to burn means more magic, after all. still...
engh. whatever. pretend you're Lina or Gourry and just hork it down, man! there's places to be, apparently!
"soup guy"......he kind of wants to die.
in fifteen minutes or so, he finishes up, dropping a small handful of coin on the table in lieu of even asking how much it could be (how much could a fey fish cost? a dollar?) before heading out, eyes forward, painfully aware of eyes following him. mess.
from there, it's a matter of looking about to see where his better half has wandered off to...]
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engh. whatever. pretend you're Lina or Gourry and just hork it down, man! there's places to be, apparently!
"soup guy"......he kind of wants to die.
in fifteen minutes or so, he finishes up, dropping a small handful of coin on the table in lieu of even asking how much it could be (how much could a fey fish cost? a dollar?) before heading out, eyes forward, painfully aware of eyes following him. mess.
from there, it's a matter of looking about to see where his better half has wandered off to...]