Jitter tilts the bowl up and slurps the remaining stew down.
[color=Khaki]"Aaaaah, that was refreshing, thank you Kythor, *Belch*[/color]
Rubbing his hands clean on his trousers, Jitter speaks up [color=Khaki]"Ready when you are."[/color]
He hops down from the chair, and wobbles over to his prized fishing pole.
[color=Khaki]"Can't leave this here, paid too much for it to be stolen by thieves."[/color]
Resting it over his shoulders as if he was using it like a rack to carry pots.
[color=Khaki]"Shall we?"[/color]