[color=82ca9d]“Eh. For food, hopefully enough, though I suppose just ransacking a place would work.”[/color] The tealette shrugged, turning her head slightly to meet her companion’s gaze. Her attention then begin to rapidly shoot from building to building, never quite stabilizing. Light would be left in charge of fretting over whatever officers were about, and if the both of them ended up obsessing over food…

[color=82ca9d]“Say, where even are we going?”[/color] Ayril frowned, pausing for a moment. [color=82ca9d]“Honestly, we uh… probably passed several restaurants. Do they just shell out food from warehouses? Is that how you secure it?”[/color] Clearly, they had different rituals concerning the acquirement of food back on her home island. [color=82ca9d]“You think we should ask one of these sailor-boys?”[/color] She leaned in, raising a hand in a whispering fashion. [color=82ca9d]“You think they know we’re pirates?”[/color]