[center][h2][color=bc8dbf]Garuda Pacifier[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
[color=bc8dbf]"Indeed they need so. My country needs fighters. And I desired for it...But anyway, I have no restrictions on food, nor do I have any particular interest in specific culinary masterpiece. And besides, I need to recover from my last duel with a boy in the arena, so anything would do."[/color]

Garuda then began wandered into the crowd, as he reached for a plate on the pile of plates. Dear God, this place had almost everything in the world in terms of culinary. From the far deserts, to the frozen north, this chef seemed to know everything. What a welcoming committee it was. 

[color=bc8dbf]"If you want to slake your hunger for your homeland's traditional food, then you can look for it somewhere in here. I'm pretty sure the diversity will ensure its appearance here."[/color] He said to Shamir, as he pointed at the food table, whether or not he could hear his words.

[@Letter Bee]