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

 Surprised by the interesting development and revelation of Naija being a chef, Quina's gaze shifted from "[i]eyeing up dinner[/i]" to "[i]intensely curious[/i]", although the difference between these two looks (or, indeed, any other look) wasn't particularly easy to discern. This whole thing about a mission, and a virus, and an adventure also sounded quite interesting, but that could wait until after the festivities celebrating Quina's status as a hero.

 "[color=f49ac2]Quina [i]is[/i] chef, yes,[/color]" the tone of his, or her, voice suggested this was a fact that Quina was proud of, "[color=f49ac2]shall try food from special chef, yes.[/color]"

 Carefully taking the offered perogi in one gloved hand, Quina sat him/herself down on the floor and held it up to her (or his) face to inspect the offering. It was small, but pleasant to look at, with the little crimped edges reminding Quina of a pastry he, or she, sampled in Mama's. Before the unfortunate business of getting thrown out of there. Nodding a little in approval, Quina carefully bit the Plump Perogi in half and then remained perfectly still.

 "[color=f49ac2]Is... is [i]wonderful[/i],[/color]" stammered out the stunned Qu, "[color=f49ac2]has egg! Has savouries! Seaweed! Like, is like sort of seafood, not too much. Like home? And button mushroom![/color]"

 Quina popped the final half of the perogi into her (or his) mouth and let out a long, contented sounding sigh. Whereas nearly everything else that Quina had eaten in the past ten minutes disappeared into the bottomless pit that was Quina's stomach in a matter of seconds, Quina took her (or his) time chewing on the perogi. The look on his (or her) face could possibly indicate contemplation, or possibly satisfaction, or maybe even bliss; Quina was certainly experiencing all three. With a satisfied swallowing noise, Quina offered his, or her, hand down towards Naija.

"[color=f49ac2]Am Quina. Is good to meet you, special-not-frog Naija. When Friend Ezio come back, Quina will show you him. Think he is getting cake for more party, maybe.[/color]"