>>6314740"Yo ordah is ready." The chef comes by before the two of you can continue bickering. A plate of fried rice is placed before you and a bigger plate of fried rice for Garcian, with limes, cucumbers, and emil berries on the side.
You blink, not quite understanding, then realize IT IS FOOD. All the tension you've been holding is released as you take your first bites.
The Tauros skirt steak is very well marinated and not at all tough and the sirarcha pepper gives a little pleasant sweetness, but the Cheri berries are too spicy and make the overall dish almost unbearable to choke down. A bit of lime helps the taste; the emil would make your plate too bitter, from your experience with berries.
You turn and see <span class="mu-g">Garcian devouring his plate with clear relish.</span> Even as a little Ralts, spicy foods have always been his favorite. You worry about ordering another dish from the way he's not stopping to breath or even think. (Do Ghost types need to breathe? Do Steel types?)
You look over to your employer and see him... Uh...
>"Cool...trick? How the hell are you eating?""Mmm." Another portion of curry disappears from the bowl as he turns towards you. "Same way you are."
Mr. Foster is making chewing and drinking noises and the mask is indeed moving with the slight motions of eating. You just don't actually see the moment the food gets swallowed. It's there in his bowl, then it isn't. A hard cut in your own perception.
Mr. Foster looks at you with this really intense expression despite the mask.
"'Talk is cheap, but charge by the word.' What's the problem? Eating a meal? A succulent dine-in meal? This is the first fucking real curry I've had in months and months..." He breathes quietly for a moment. "Nothing like this in BLACKSTAR. Now, are you going to ask a meaningful question or are you going to gawk at me and jabber like you have a broken neck?"
Prick. He's getting weirdly defensive over this...
>WRITE IN.>Nothing else to say. Time to finish up your meal and move on. (The target is within walking distance, thankfully. Roll 1d100, one anon.)MEAL COST: $35 + $3 tip (It's a fair price, yeah. You stopped Garcian from giving more tip.)
DEBT: 22,000 Poké/220 USD
OWNED: 110 USD + 2898 Poké
TO DO: Get your dosh exchanged for Poké because the Landlord is a fucking asshole and only accepts the Poké as legal tender.
DAN POINTS: 4
GARCIAN POINTS: 5 -> 6 (+BEATTHELIVINGSHITOUTOFHER... Next time.)
Points have no effect on the quest.
