Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-15488047-20131022040716/@comment-15488047-20140226085653

Cerule was disappointed that he couldn't help out, but was quickly distracted by the tantalizing scent of hot stew over a bed of fluffy rice. Watching the others around him, and preparing to wait for Tianee's father despite his woefully rumbling stomach - it'd be rude to start eating before everyone was present -

Then suddenly, Tatonga (Had he been sitting right there, the entire time? The huge, loud man was capable of being incredibly sneaky, huh...) was shoving an entire leg of rabbit down his throat and Tianee had murder in her eyes.

Despite the messiness, Cerule had to respect the efficiency and sheer speed with which Tatonga consumed his food with. "Have you ever participated in an eating contest, Tatonga...?" slipped past his lips. Straightening his back and coughing lightly into his hand, he turned to Tianee. "It's fine; as delicious as the stew looks, I don't think I could finish it all by myself." He ran a knife down the length of his rabbit leg (of course, the blade traveled easily through its tender and finely-cooked flesh) and deposited half on Tianee's plate. "Though, hopefully, your brother's had his fair share of the best cuts," he said, throwing Tatonga a playful yet chastising look.

Amidst all the commotion, Cerule did not notice Tianee's father's entrance.

"What's that wonderful smell?" he heard. He hastily got up from his seat to greet the man, internally cursing his unpreparedness.

"Hello, Mr. Musk. I'm Cerule Giles, Tianee's friend. Thank you for having me in your home," he said as he extended a hand to shake.