Yumi triumphantly led her little band of helpers right into the kitchen, only releasing Vegeta and Choi when they were all in the room. Between the five of them they'd have a big meal prepared in no time, with minimal effort really. Truth be told, she mused, it'd like be mostly the twins and Vegeta cooking, as she and Kabocha weren't that good at it. Chances were they had to go get more food in town, and considering the likely uproar the fight and tree had caused it'd be a headache to get any goods. A lot of what they were going to make depended on what they had right now too, and if they were to go out hunting. Taking it upon herself to delegate the duties Yumi gave everyone a task to do, since they'd need a fair amount of food to fill everyone's stomachs. In all they were bound to have at least two dozen different dishes by the time she was done, and in those would be several helpings of food. Considering everyone present was a fighter and could likely eat enough for three it meant they had to make way more than they normally might, and then some.

Takeshi had been reluctant to let Shu give up his own energy, especially seeing as his brother had only just recovered. Upon his own insistence though, and the reassurances that T'charrl could handle it he eventually relented. It was certainly nice being healed and no longer hindered by his injuries, albeit his energy was still fairly low and would be for a little while. The knowledge that a meal was coming their way made him rather excited in that case, and so he passed the time relaxing with everyone else not involved in the cooking. Garesh and Katas were still busy overseeing the General, and they politely refused to step away to join the others in eating when the food was finally prepared. Only once they had been relieved, Garesh argued, would they themselves have some food. Admirable to be sure, and it certainly didn't bother anyone in the group at the least, it meant more for them. Getting everyone around the table was a little tricky, it was made really for just four, not ten. After some careful moving of furniture everyone was settled down and seated comfortably, all raring to get their hands on some of the meal. The table was strewn with over a dozen platters, each piled high with various meats, fruits and vegetables cooking in a plethora of different ways. It all looked absolutely delicious, Takeshi was already drooling at the sight.

"Oh boy... This looks good...!" he said happily, grabbing a sliver of a purplish steak and plopping it onto his dish. It glistened from the light overhead with all the sauce poured over it, and it smelled incredible. 

"I haven't had food that looks this delicious in ages," Kabocha remarked, wide eyed as he stared at his own plate, nearly hiding him behind the mountain of food. "Oh wow... Can we eat yet?"

"Not until everyone has been served," Eslaria chided strictly, throwing a disparaging look in Kabocha's direction. Her own stomach grumbled profusely, but it was only common manners to make sure everyone got their share. 

Even with all of their massive appetites there was plenty of food to go around still on the table, at least enough for seconds. Sounds of appreciation and eagerness could be heard from nearly every person at the table. Finally, with everyone having gotten their fair share of the feast eating could begin, and it did so in earnest. Shockingly the Queen observed those around herself and T'charrl eating rather hastily, wasting little time on table manners or etiquette as they devoured their food. They were all hungry, but did they have to eat so sloppily? Eslaria didn't have it in her to chastise them further, as she herself was much too hungry to wait any longer. In a more refined manner she used her utensils to eat, chewing and swallowing each bite meticulously. Surrounded by all of these aliens was strange, yet they were her son's friends, and in essence the ones responsible for saving her people from ruin. Hard as she tried to be the Queen found herself smiling, bemused by everyone's behavior after a short while. So was this what children from other worlds were like? How interesting...

"This is so good!" Takeshi cried, grinning as he bit down and tore another chunk out of a fishy-meat. He didn't know what in the world it was, but it tasted wonderful. Holding the fish in one hand he grabbed for a reddish-brown fruit, taking a gracious bite out of it and chewing the two together happily. His stomach was welcoming the food as much as his taste buds were, and he wanted to just keep scarfing it down. 

Yumi didn't say anything, only because she herself was too busy eating as well. She thought the fruit was just fine, but found herself gravitating far more towards the meats, particularly redder ones. It eventually got to the point where she was trying to get rid of her fruit in favor of more steaks, only to have herself stopped by Vegeta and made to eat her greens as well. A bit childishly she stuck out her tongue, pouting as she lifted up a round, yellow little fleshy fruit and sniffed at it before taking a nibble. The flavor wasn't something she recognized at all, and it was a bit tart. Not wanting to waste food, and certainly nowhere near picky enough to do so anyways she began to eat it in earnest, and in the course of doing so ate everything else on her plate as well.

Vegeta was right there with his friends and peers, scarfing down as much as he could fit into his cheeks as he ate. In any other circumstance he'd be eating as Eslaria was, trying to maintain a certain image. On this planet though, and with these people, he had no reason to put up that front. He was a Saiyan after all, even if only partly so, and had the appetite to prove it. Eating in such a refined manner took forever to sate his hunger, and often times after a company meal he'd have yet another just to fill himself up. Now he could indulge as much as he wanted to, eating every manner of food available to him. Thank goodness they had cloths on hand, because more than once he found fruit juice seeping out from his lips, threatening to dribble down his chin and onto his clothes. It was an incredible meal, he couldn't believe how well they had prepared the alien food here. Some of it was trial and error, as a fair amount of food was also sitting to the side on the counter, untouchable even by the native's standards. No one seemed to mind that too terribly much however, as what had worked had worked astoundingly well.