[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Sil[/color]
[color=00aeef]Chres[/color]
[b][color=c4df9b]Tayla[/color][/b][/h1][/center]


Interactions with [@13org]

Mentioned [@fetzen] [@jerkchicken] [@HokumPocus]

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The serving woman. Stood there a moment longer as if anticipating further questions. But with Karina’s ‘Thank you’ she seemed to take that as a dismissal. She quickly smiled and bowed before hurrying off elsewhere.

[color=a2d39c]”I know how to liven things up.”[/color] Sil said, zipping to the table.

[color=00aeef]”Please don’t.”[/color] Said Chres.

He took a seat at the table. He stared at the wine. Moved his hand towards it, but then hesitated. 

Perhaps Karina was right. Perhaps he should try going sober tonight.

[color=a2d39c]”FOOOOOOOD FIGHT!!!”[/color] Sil shouted. 

She took a pile of mashed potatoes and threw it at Týfurkh… or at least that had been who she was aiming for… Instead, it hit Chres splat in the face. 

Ooookay… Perhaps he’ll just have one glass tonight. He poured himself a glass, ignoring Karina’s concern.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught Tayla smirking at his misfortune.

[b][color=c4df9b]”Nice aim, Sil.”[/color][/b] She said encouragingly. Tayla was next to get potatoes to the face.

“Sir, if you could control your familiar please.” One of the servants said in an irritable tone.

Chres looked to the servant and then back to Sil, who had grabbed another hand full of mash.

[color=a2d39c]”Hey, Man with stick!”[/color] She said shouting to Jen. [color=a2d39c]”Catch-”[/color]

[color=00aeef]”Hey Sil?”[/color] Chres interjected quickly. Sil paused mid-throw. [color=00aeef]”Would you like to see me eat a puddle?”[/color]

Sil immediately dropped the mash. [color=a2d39c]”Would I ever?!”[/color] She gasped, mouth agape.

Sil flew over and cheered Chres on as he down half of the wine. The servant raised an eyebrow but made no comment. He then walked away, hands clasped behind his back, as he tended to his other duties.

After Sil had calmed down, he looked to Karina. [color=00aeef]”This will be the only glass tonight.”[/color] He said, [color=00aeef]”I promise.”[/color]

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After cleaning herself off, Tayla eyed the food dubiously. She had never seen so much food in one place before. She hesitantly reached for the roast.

“Please,” said a nearby servant. “Allow me.”

He took the nearby knife in hand and carved the roast… poorly… The slice he carved Tayla was thick on one side and thin on the other. He then proceeded to carve similarly poor cuts for everyone else.

Tayla frowned at the cut of meat. The meat was overcooked. She then grabbed some mash. The mash was lumpy. She tried roasted vegetables. They were burnt, yet still somehow undercooked.

The hell????? What kind of lousy service was this? Was the Divergence to blame. Or did they just have a poor cook?

She grabbed a drumstick of chicken. The chicken was cooked, thank the senses, but it was bland with no seasoning.

Disappointed, she lowered the drumstick back on the plate. [b][color=c4df9b][i]No… they just have a terrible chief.[/i][/color][/b] She decided.

[b][color=c4df9b]”Anybody else enjoying their food?”[/color][/b] She asked with a sigh. 

Face resting in her hand, she looked up. Octavio had dismissed himself from the table for some odd reason… or perhaps for a very good reason. 

She took a bite of roast and winced. Too much pepper!

Dejectedly she looked up and caught a servant staring at Tayla and the rest contemplatively. It was the older female servant from before. The one who didn’t seem to know where the kitchen was.

What the hell was she looking at?