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[color=9e0b0f][b]Level[/b][/color]: 1
[color=9e0b0f][b]Day/Time[/b][/color]: Day 1
[color=9e0b0f][b]Location[/b][/color]: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
[color=9e0b0f][b]Mention[/b][/color]: Mario [@Holy Soldier], Edward Buck [@Aether Spawn]
[color=9e0b0f][b]Interaction[/b][/color]: Quina Quen [@Hylozoist]
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With every minute passed in close proximity with the little being who introduced her/himself as Quina, the more it stirred a feeling of endearment within Ezio. Quina was seemingly absent-minded, and contend to fill the silence on his part with ramblings. Ezio didn't feel like interrupting, even as s/he pointed to the chef's hat upon his/her head in answer to his question. Did s/he perhaps identified her/himself as a cook? Ezio cocked an eyebrow in question, realising a split second later that that action was futile in conveying his puzzlement. Before he could open his mouth to as, however, Quina was out of the seat and moving again, gathering armfuls of food from the untouched feast cooling upon the table top. Faintly, he hoped that s/he was not planning on devouring them all. He didn't wish to excuse himself and potentially hurt QUina's feelings when the little being had been nothing but friendly.

Fortunately for Ezio, Quina had other things in mind for the load of food. Removing his arms from the table and leaning back slightly from the mess, the Assassin watched in amusement as a rough image began to form in the middle of it all. It didn't take long before Quina was done and Ezio was left peering at the rough construct which was slowly sinking as moisture soaked into the bread foundation of the buildings - or at least, what looked to be buildings. Lifting a hand to draw the bowl closer, taking care not to jostle it too much, Ezio glanced up at Quina's beaming face. Ezio flashed him/her a grin, poking at the standing dumpling and causing it to flop face-first into the soup alongside its brethren. 

[color=ed1c24]"The swamp, huh? I wouldn't have guessed considering the paleness of your skin."[/color] Ezio waved a hand to indicate the entity of Quina from head to toe. [color=ed1c24]"But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, given that you don't seem to mind the sodden state of your clothes."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"You might have liked Roma during the winter. Sure, during the worse days, it freezes you to the bones but the rain, [i]mio dio[/i], when it pours, the fields beyond the city walls could be mistaken for a swamp."[/color] He paused, then let out a soft chuckle to dismiss his words. [color=ed1c24]"I've always wondered what other kinds of worlds existed beside the one I am familiar with and what each might contain. It seems like I just might get the chance to sate that curiosity. If at all possible, when all this is over, I might like to see your homeland, Quina."[/color]

Ezio would probably have said more, or moved the bowl now containing a pitiful heap of mush made from various food out of reach when half his attention turned to the entrance once more. The first to enter was another Legend, followed by a man in armour that looked more complex and menacing then the Brutes' could ever be. Advanced technology? He vaguely remebered seeing a glimpse of something similar when he first held the Apple of Eden. Reflexively, his fingers clinched tighter around the bowl as Mario lobbed a potato towards Samus. Glancing at Quina from the corner of his eyes, Ezio edged the bowl away from him/her. From when little he knew about the little creature, s/he might imitate Mario and try dumping the mush on him. If Ezio truly was going to be drawn into a food fight - of all things, seriously? - he wasn't about to let his outfit be ruined by slop. Dry foods wouldn't ruin his robes, but soup and other stainable liquids was another matter altogether.