When Max brought their food, Andrew forgot about all about the guard and the stares. It was business as usual, Andrew could eat all night if he wanted to. But first thing's first, he had agreed to split his food with Amy. He took one of the bread plates from the center of their table, and put some of his [i]Rindsrouladen[/i] onto it. He slid the plate to Amy coolly before he dug into his own food. He hadn't eaten since he'd left the airport that early morning and he was starving.

In between bites and after swallowing his food, he spoke. "Sounds like you get around enough to know the lay of the land. Like I said, I'm willing to pay a fair price for you to show me around a bit. Enough to not get lost where to avoid among other things." After finishing his sentence, he wasted no time before he took another bite. Any sense of situational awareness went out the door. He was so hungry he hadn't even touched his drink. Andrew's lightheaded feelings eased as he ate and the room stopped spinning. His boiling blood cooled to a simmer, and his heart-rate slowed.

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