Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170608035530/@comment-25363089-20170906025237

"Hmm? Oh good dinner is being served.". Margrit muttered to herself slightly confuse at Merla's comment; Though she quickly figured out her meaning. The Mae Stuwerdiest came over to the two lady's and asked. In a sauve gravely voice. "Hello ladies. An how may i be of service to you. On your flight.". The man looked at the two ladies and waited painently for their orders; With note book in hand. He had a name tage which read Oak. "Yes I'll have the venison burger with curly frys. An a stake make it raw. Bloody please. Sir Oak.". Margrit told Stewerdies Oak;

With a smile show casing her fangs. To which gave him the chills down his spine. "Uh..r.right! Good choice miss. An you little lady. What shall it be.". Oak asked Merla still trying to shake off the creeps he got; When he saw Margrit's fangs. Clearly he wasn't use to faunus as it showed in him every once in while looking over at Margrit. But he seemed to be keeping professional for the most part which was good.