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[b][color=F39B05]Time:[/color][/b] Breakfast time!
[b][color=F39B05]Location:[/color][/b] River Port; Malachi’s mom’s house
[b][color=F39B05]Interactions:[/color][/b] Malachi[@princess], Jun[@JJ Doe], Enstille[@GingerBobOh], Kenia[@Tae]
[b][color=F39B05]Equipment:[/color][/b] A [url=https://i.imgur.com/Z1qXf7R.jpg]halberd[/url], (always with him) hunting knife, and half-plate armor (left in the room).
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Zion’s ears twitched at the sudden scream from Enstille, a confused wrinkling of lines around his eyes and forehead followed as the elf moved to chomp down on the fork while Zion still held it. Elves certainly had strange customs, but Zion only let go of the fork and patted Enstille on the shoulder. 

[color=F39B05]“You are full of surprises. But not rude, and I hope I have not been either. We just agreed that onions in the eggs were a very gross addition.”[/color] Zion flashed a toothy smile, Enstille was trying not to be rude, putting far more effort into the endeavor than Malachi, and Zion was just happy to see someone else make an effort. He noticed Kenia was also picking out the onions. 

[color=F39B05]“We can leave all the unwanted onions on a plate for Malachi since he wishes to repel everyone from him, this will help.”[/color] Zion suggested and his eyes moved from the two elves to the now unattended spray bottle Malachi had left behind. Zion was firmly against the spritzing of the skittish Jun, being dosed with water was a step too far, it instinctually agitated the cat. He could just hide it from Malachi…

Kenia, who he learned had multiple homes, asked about his time in River Port. [color=F39B05]"River Port is a delightful city, the sun is a constant companion here, makes for excellent weather for training. And the food, best Sarelion in all of Avalia.”[/color] Zion answered, his stomach roared at the thought of the grilled fish, he still needed to grab his breakfast. His attention returned to the spray bottle that perched perilously near a table’s edge. Without even realizing it, the lion had slowly moved closer to the bottle. 

He knew he really should leave Malachi’s stuff alone but feline instinct seized hold. He lifted a mighty paw, one sift motion and the lion had swatted the spray bottle from where it sat to the floor where it skittered a path across the kitchen. Malachi’s spray bottle now lay in pieces scattered about the kitchen floor surrounded by a puddle of spilled water. Zion grinned to himself, almost as if he’d swiped a bird down from the sky. He could clean that up later, now it was time for breakfast. 

[color=F39B05]"This is Malachi's neighbor,"[/color] Zion told Enstille, not sure what to say about 'special circumstances', but he did know he couldn't just tell Kenia they were training a human. [color=F39B05]"I doubt Kenia wants to hear about Jun's adventurer training. The fella that ran into you earlier, he's still city-soft and we are helping him with that."[/color] Zion offered as close to the truth as he could while he built up a plate of eggs, minus the onions, and breakfast meats. [/color]