[center][h2][color=f49ac2][b]Quina Quen[/b][/color][/h2]
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Day/Time:[/b] Day 1
[b]Location:[/b] Tetris Castle Reception Hall
[b]Interactions:[/b] [@Loki Odinson][/center]

 "[color=f49ac2]Oh. Ezio, Ezio, [i]Ezio[/i]...[/color]" Quina looked up towards the ceiling as s/he repeated the name over and over, as if trying to recall something or other to do with the name. It seemed slightly suspicious that somebody who would be invited to a party celebrating Quina's heroic status wouldn't know of them, and only slightly less unusual that nobody [i]Quina[/i] knew was invited either. Fortunately for Quina, and unfortunately for the forces of reason and logic, this train of thought came to a crashing halt as the chair Quina sat on began to teeter backwards. After an ungainly moment spent grabbing hold of the table to regain some semblance of balance, Quina readjusted his/her hat, checked the breadstick pocket for damage, and then went back to looking over Ezio.

 He seemed nice. Like the sort of person Quina [i]would[/i] invite to a party. Probably just forgot about sending him an invite, that's all. He probably forgot what this whole party was about too. A man like him probably had a lot of names to remember. 

 "[color=f49ac2]Quina, remember? It fine to forget too,[/color]" Quina added quickly,  not wanting to offend this new-or-maybe-old friend, "[color=f49ac2]Quina forget sometimes too, maybe? Hard to tell. Funny. Is Qu. See? Yes?[/color]"

 Quina attempted to indicate his, or her, species by pointing at, of all things, the chef's hat resting on top of his, or her, head. Realising that perhaps this wasn't going to shed much light on the matter of what Quina was, or where Quina was from, or any of the other questions that'd follow, Quina looked up and down the table full of food for something that would aid in the explanation. Having spotted just the right tool for the job, Quina slid down from the chair and began gathering up armfuls of food, putting them down in front of his/her place at the table before going to fetch some more. Only when s/he was, presumably, satisfied did Quina return to the spot next to Ezio and, quietly humming a tuneless sort of tune, Quina set to work.
 
  It was not exactly a tidy process. A bowl of clear soup served as the basis for this culinary miracle, though once various sauces were added to it, it was a murky and rather unappealing mix of green and brown. Bread rolls filled most of the bowl, poking up like little hills through the soup. Broccoli was drafted in to serve as rudimentary trees under which little peas sat, masquerading as frogs. Or at least some sort of amphibian, it was honestly quite difficult to tell. A pair of dumplings, wrapped with bacon and wearing hats made out of torn up bits of bread moulded to look sort-of-like-hats, stood half-submerged in the soup-swamp. There were even a few rudimentary buildings constructed on the bread-roll hills, though the soggy foundations rapidly caused the carrot sticks that made the building to subside. More and more food was drafted into the creation of a scale model of a swamp, despite Quina occasionally eating some unsatisfactory piece or other.
  
 "[color=f49ac2]See? Qu, from swamp.[/color]"
 
 Quina gently pushed the bowl over in front of Ezio, sloshing the soup inside the bowl around and causing yet more damage to the carrot stick buildings. One of the dumpling people was face down in the swamp-soup and slowly sinking. It was quite a depressing sight, really, but the huge smile on Quina's face and the air of expectancy around him/her suggested that Quina really didn't see it that way. It didn't smell that bad either.