Tarkus grinned just a bit at Morella's reaction, she was always pretty serious, and this time he felt like he might finally have been able to lighten her up a bit, but he did note a hint of something...might have been her holding back a smile, but he wouldn't press his luck. He knew full well she COULD give him a concussion, besides, he was used to threats of injury, comes with the combat school friendships. He nonchalantly shrugged it off, he was more focused on the premise of picturing the free food, though he genuinely didn't expect it'd be anything too fancy, but hey, he was fine with that. 

When they arrived, he almost immediately stopped in his tracks, his body radiating his olive green aura, he shut his eyes as a small, inaudible *ping*, which resounded quickly throughout the food court, the sound bouncing off of every object, food, people, stands, and oddly enough even a random bird taking a dump in the middle of the Echoes scan. The waves swiftly returned to Tarkus, the whole process taking roughly around 12 seconds, he'd seen the food, he knew where it was now, and his mouth was practically flooding, he hadn't eaten anything since the night before, and his stomach was finally complaining about it. If he didn't eat soon, his hunger would give birth to a primal beast the likes of which only knew to destroy and consume, the likes of which would be able to eat an entire buffet, at least that's what he hyperbolized in his head. He turned to Morella and said:
[b]"Ahh, smell that? I smell good 'ol Mistraltan food...Haven't had it since vacation..."[/b] He proceeded to eye the buffalo bar with the face of a man who had just seen an oasis in a desert. Really, he was freaking hungry.