Pridopus was pleasantly surprised to see their native meal brought out to them in no time at all - ah, yes, there it was. Still steaming, and cooked just so that the tentacles were in plain sight - as is tradition - and curled decoratively over the thin, green crust. They lowered their bandanna more so that now it hung limply around their neck, exposing the entire lower half of their face to anyone who cared. They sniffed audibly; the pungent aroma of the sea surrounded their dish.

Pridopus was just about to take off their gloves in order to dig ravenously at the octornapie with their bare hands - once again, as is tradition - when yet another group of strange-looking individuals entered the restaurant. This seemed to be - why, this seemed to be just a young girl! Those long, flowing robes that she wore seemed awfully comfortable, at least. Even if the guards flanking her seemed rather intimidating. 

Pridopus neglected to begin feasting on their octornapie, opting to grab both sides of the tin with their hands just in case they needed to flee to that Safe Room the bartender had mentioned. The guards began to speak with said bartender, and judging by their manner of speech Pridopus had half the mind to reach for their mace, just in case. It just didn't feel [i]safe[/i], especially with that little girl around.

Speaking of which.

The little girl seemed like no stranger to conversation with adults, even as she hopped up to the bar and took a seat (coincidentally next to Pridopus, who scooted as far from the girl as possible without falling off the stool altogether). The girl was saying something to the bartender - Pridopus had to get his name, eventually. But Pridopus wasn't listening, opting to simply ogle the octornapie until they had determined that it was [i]absolutely safe[/i] to begin eating it, vulnerable.


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[b]STARVING[/b]
Location: The bar in the Restaurant at the End of the Universe
Interacting with: N/A
Inventory: Morningstar (in pouch, attached to belt)
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