Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-30396618-20140521090232/@comment-24304510-20140522100111

Still panting, Lanse merely nodded, taking a seat next to Silvia. Looking between his pitiful sack that he'd grabbed on the way here and her lunchbox, he smiled as he thought of the irony. Opening the sack, he pulled out some bread and began to chow down on it. However, he couldn't help but smell the armoa coming from the lunchbox.

"Dang, that smells good. What do you have over there, Sil?"