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The influx of food was quickly savaged by Jameson, he dug at the porridge like a miner looking for a legend of buried treasure. It didn't take long for him to take a good chunk of the roast with little shame nor demure to his swipes and stabs. He slunk off the scene with his food, using the rambling of Mirror to shovel his it inside with little breaks except to join in with a shamelessly vocal.

[i]"Hear! Hear!"[/i]


He quickly coiled back over his meal again, poking at what little was left before muffling as she chewed [i]"Oh, yeah. Great. The folks are insecure, with the boys out after bandits. So they stress drink, that means angry drunks. That means fights. So, I've had loads of work and loads of chance to drink too"[/i] He commented, half talking over the Tabaxi as she ruminated on whatever topic tantalized her. He was obviously concerned with his food as he took his fork to it like a scapel, looking for any meat left on the scattering of bones but made an poorly hidden, artifical effort to flicker his eyes up at her in interest.


[i]"Hey. Mirror."[/i] 

He intercepted a break in her speech as he shoveled a survivor of his plate purge into his still red jaws


[i] "Who taught you to do this stuff?"[/i]






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