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 Garrett took his place to be served by the Inn Attendants, he really wanted to remember the better times of Gaia through the taste of an extremely tasty soup, to him, at least. After a few monotonous moments of waiting, the two orders of the familiar-smelling soup used for a full belly in the long term, as well as therapy for a poor child who had lost something extremely important. Garrett did not know which of these descriptions accurately described him at the moment. He had to take a couple tastes to make sure his suspicions were warranted. He accepted the meal into his heart as one he would be eating for his own satisfaction in finding the answers to his heart. He grasped the spoon placed beside his meals, and decided to thoroughly analyze the tastes and flavors his meal had to offer. The broth, the wonderful broth of the familiar Gaian soup tasted as if it had many fruits and vegetables boiled within it, as well as the meat of a chicken to give it a hearty, home-worthy flavor that a child could yearn for, or a hunter to prolong their stay for. The broth was delicious, but the order of operations mandated that such a great tasting liquid be consumed last from the soup. Garrett cut into the venison meat with spoon alone, dictating it was thoroughly tended to before adding it to the soup, he took a loving bite of the wonderful soup; his face melted in the pleasure that was known as a wonderful taste. He analyzed the potatoes, the cut vegetables, and diced fruits in his soup with his taste buds, all neatly placed into the soup itself to create the flavor and satisfaction that a hunter could use to last for days away from it, but most could not because of how good the soup was; especially to Garrett.

Garrett quickly finished both soups in his order, slurping down the wonderful broth that held the soup as a final sendoff to the beautiful meal, not allowing a single droplet or morsel of the soup to get away from his gluttonous feat. He wasn't a glutton, the food was just too delicious for his own good. He didn't blame himself, he was proud he was able to eat something so good again. Garrett wiped his lips and chin with a cloth, sealing the experience of his satisfying meal. He cleaned his mess for one of the waitresses to take care of, hopefully it would be Raquel in order for him to call her to sit down so he may speak to her. In fact, that was his plan, to get her over to his location in order to further his own means of investigation at the Inn.

"[color=a0410d][b]Raquel![/b][/color]" He shouted [i]reasonably[/i] in order to get her attention from where he saw her.

	
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