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Iliana asked if Duke wanted to try one of Heath’s biscuits and he paused mid chew. [color=851f1f]“I’m feeling a little like a guinea pig here.”[/color] He joked. But being offered food was hardly the worst thing to happen.

He nodded and reached for a shortbread biscuit giving a friendly smile. [color=851f1f]“I’m good Iliana. How are you?”[/color] Duke reached behind him and offered Iliana the oreo cookies in turn that she was eyeing. She could only get her answer on the food one way.

As he returned the plate to the table, Fiona appeared. [color=024B30]“Sure where else would I find you, eh? Save one for me, will ya Duke? I’m utterly starved, and that’ll make a good dessert. If the look o’bliss on your face is anything to go by.”[/color] Fiona greeted. 

She could consider him called out. But when food of this array beckoned, how could he deny it. [color=851f1f]“No promises”[/color] he told her, covering his full mouth.

Duke smiled watching Fiona dart around him for her own plate of food. [color=851f1f]“Food before drink, making good decisions,”[/color] he stated. The statement clearly applicable to the both of them. Or maybe Fiona had already got her head start. He knew the bottle she carried around with her sometimes wasn't water.

[color=851f1f]“Good to see you alive too,”[/color] he added after her converse with Iliana. Duke hadn’t spotted the red hair or heard the thick accent of Fiona all day. But the girl did have her own life and devices. It didn’t mean Duke couldn’t mock though.

[color=024B30]”Just as parched as well, do either of ya wanna a drink?”[/color]

Duke raised a hand at table height waving the kind gesture away. [color=851f1f]“I’m good.”[/color] 

That left him with Iliana not that he ever minded the girl. She was typically quiet and the art of conversation didn’t always come to him so easily. So he forced a kind smile and after a moment, he gestured to the bar with a thumb. [color=851f1f]“Do you drink much?”[/color]

He wasn’t sure he could ever recall seeing Iliana with a drink in her hand. It didn't bother him either way, he was simply making conversation. Badly. 

A new girl approached the food table offering a wave and Duke nodded, smiling kindly at her. Though it did prompt him. Rather than look the part of food warden, Duke filled his plate with more sensible substances like meat and starch, mozzarella sticks and forfeited his spot by the food in preference for an actual table, gesturing for Iliana to come too, if she wanted of course. [color=851f1f]“Want to join me or is there mingling to be done?"[/color]

It wouldn’t hurt for her to make more connections and allies. Though that could be said about anybody including himself.

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