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[color=5b8a9a]Location:[/color] The Feasting Hall
[color=5b8a9a]Grimore:[/color] N/A
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Nicholas hadn’t quite finished potting all his plants; he figured he’d have enough time to deal with it once they finished dinner and then he’d get cleaned up for his evening activities. In the meantime, his stomach demanded his attention. Frequently, he cursed the fact his timelessness didn’t exclude him from his basic needs. He still required air, food, and water like any living thing and it irked him to no end. He’d much rather spend his days indulging in more interesting things like gardening and alcohol and tobacco and sex and yet here he was, washing away the soil from his hands as the dinner hour struck and his hunger made it clear he would not be permitted to ignore it. He shrugged his coat back on and let his brother know he was on his way to eat. He could eat at Haven but the early meals here were usually well portioned and well done, so it made no difference either way. 

The Feasting Hall was already busy, people crowding in quickly, and Nicholas huffed irritably at tables long full even with it barely being a handful of minutes past 7. He scanned the space, nearly giving up and turning to head to Haven, when a familiar voice rang out through the crow and Nicholas glanced over to see Jake, waving his hand furiously in greeting. Nicholas looked around him, seeing if he could be talking to anyone else at all, but sighed and trudged across the hall to the table. [color=5b8a9a]“Calm down, calm down. Yes, I will sit with you. Now-”[/color] Nicholas paused as he settled into the seat next to Jake, eying the clothes he wore. That certainly wasn’t what he was wearing earlier. They seemed somewhat familiar, but Nicholas couldn’t quite place it. Something simmered irritably in his stomach but he ignored it for now. 

[color=5b8a9a]“How was your class today?”[/color] Nicholas asked, picking up his goblet and murmuring into it. Stout filled the cup and the meat wellington and risotto filled his plate. [color=5b8a9a]"And sit down, Jake. In the chair, not on the table. You'll still be able to see everyone."[/color]