Share a meal with the character above you IC

Ever so rudely, he flops himself down next to Vy, completely aware that he has no idea who this man is. The only thing that mattered to Horsey about him though was that he was handsome; and with handsome usually came some sort of perk. Whether it be money or popularity, he thrived on getting to know attractive men, and unfortunately for this one, he'd decided he wanted to share a lunch with him. Offering a loud sigh, he beams in his direction as he drops his backpack from a shoulder and into his own lap. "It's soooo hot out today, isn't it?!" The conversation was, as expected, started with the weather. He found it made people more comfortable, more amused and more open to speaking more. That in turn, always benefitted him.

Reaching into his bag, he takes out a moderate sized lavender colored bento box, bedazzled with gems and cute plastic pieces. "You look like you could use some lunch! I think I packed too much-" With a quick open of the top, he confirms his 'suspicions' that he'd simply made up on spot. "-And yep! Hehehe! I sure did! Do you want to share this with me? I hate letting food go to waste." Without waiting for a response, he scoots himself somewhat to the side and sets it in-between them. There's rice balls and delicious, crunchy chicken bits, both glazed with some sort of honey like sauce. Though it was packed away for a few hours, the aroma of it wafts out, savory and appealing.

Food was the way to a man's heart..wasn't it?

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he likes pretty much everything! except for like..bland stuff like crackers

     From the heart of the city stood Allegro, purple eyes hidden under the shade from the red cap that swallowed up all of his white hair. These clothes are starting to feel more comfortable than my usual ones, he thought to himself as he rested his hands in his hoodie's pockets. The sound of the city was enjoyable, too. The consistent march of people on their way to different destinations, the honks and whizzes of cars passing bay, even the passive aggressive comments sounded nice; they sounded real. This was how people truly acted, not the prim and proper etiquette when he was dressed as his usual self.
     And the smells.
     Granted, he ran across a few unpleasant ones, but finally, he had arrived at what seemed like a spot for several food trucks. Different kinds of food wafted about harmoniously. Just one deep inhale was enough to fill the prince with pure bliss.
     Suddenly, Allegro spotted movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to see a young man close to him. He introduced himself as Horsey and said only the nicest things, yet the prince heard a different tune coming from his heartbeat. Ah, a scandalous, scheming sort. He supposed there was no escaping that. Nevertheless, this one seemed interesting.
     "Hmm, well, I was deciding on which of these food trucks to order from. I can't decide, though," he explained while looking around, then smiling down at Horsey once more. "Why don't you and I pick a couple? Then we can share and decide which one is the best?" He paused, reading that expression all too well. "Of course I'll pay for yours, too," he laughed lightly. "It'd be rude of me to ask to you to pick something to share with me otherwise."

     "Hey," Stephen said uncomfortably, sitting down in the pizza shop booth and picking up his menu.
     Allegretto politely introduced himself and asked for Stephen’s name and pronouns. 

    Stephen looked down, his heart pounding even though Allegretto had only said what a regular person, or animal, would say. Do I make up a fake name, use pronouns besides my own, or do I- but I don’t know if they’re a good or bad person! What if they uses my name and pronouns for bad?! Why did I even agree to a pizza dinner with a human? Why? He thought. After a VERY long, awkward, pause he managed to stutter out his name, Stephen. By that time, the pizza was there. Allegretto must have ordered for both of them, of which he was eternally grateful for. Trying to speak with one person was hard enough! Stephen looked up, but only to take one bite of pizza. It was good, but since he just knew Allegretto was going to attempt to start a conversation with him as they ate like everyone did, he pushed the plate of pizza away and looked back down at the ground. Then, Stephen felt Allegretto’s hand in his fur, stroking him. 

“You don’t like pizza?”

“I do, it’s just that…” Pause. “I don’t want to be here anymore! The chatter of happy people around, the strong smells, having to talk to a human, it’s all too much!” Stephen exploded, even though Allegretto had been nothing but kind this entire time. Stephen marched out the front door of the pizza shop leaving the unfinished pizza for Allegretto to pack up and pay for.

It was completely silent except for the sound of the fore roaring and the rain pelting against the marble gazebo the two had taken shelter in. Kosmos found Roxie while on his usual patrol, cleaning up the temples and resetting the alters when he heard he curse and yell against the thunder and lightning outside. 

The island Kosmos resides on was barren. He was far from the small local islands dotting the lands around him and wasn’t used to seeing anyone else but the company was...oddly nice. She was soaking wet and shivering, wrapped up in a scrapped cloak she had found rummaging through Kosmos things. As she quietly stared into the fire, the demi god silently reached across with some charred mystery fish on a stick. 

“Y’know this is the first company I’ve had over for dinner in quite some time.” He said with a chuckle.

Roxie was not laughing. 

He silently watched as she hungrily ate down the fish, skin and all. She caught his gaze and told him to fuck off. He stopped watching her.

'Would the demi-God like to share a meal?"

Proteus lifted an unspeakably old bottle of wine with a cork that if it could speak, would wheeze sawdust and spit cracked wax. In his other hand, sat a large bowl of various enticing fruits of vivid color and smell.

"Classic Greek appetizer, I know. I thought we both might appreciate something familiar as a treat.' he said as he started to pour healthy amounts into two unpolished silver goblets.

He pulled a scrunchie from his wrist that was lined with them and threw his ocean hair into a messy low bun then tapped the downed tree with his palm to indicate his invitation further. Raising his goblet to him and smiling he said, "Who was your God parent again?"
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"You're all too kind, Miss?" he left a brief pause for her to answer. The home smelled of deep pine plastered with a thousand woodland scents; overpowering almost but pleasant. 

He politely ate his meal while glancing up at her. She was beautiful and he felt ragged as he sat beside her. The holes in his jeans were almost embarassing and his band shirt seemed to scream barbarian. How far he had fallen when a hovel witch stood above him in the stature of the soul.

SleepingThunder

Elizabeth stared at her dinner guest. She'd felt odder presences deep in old forests, and darker ones even. Images of the stormy sea on the Mediterranean permeated her mind. She had a love-hate relationship with it. The memory of the briny mist deep in her lungs would cling to her as long as she looked at him. "We don't have much here," she said, pushing over a bowl of porridge with several slices of mango, sprinkled with cinnamon and sparse berries. She didn't mind him. He seemed to be a pleasant housemate for the most part. 

"Eat it while it's warm."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Her uninterested expression softened briefly to give a gentle smile. Her porridge had no fruit.

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(For Above lmao)

"Sommer," she answered, looking at her disjointed reflection in her spoon, and back at him. A candle lit itself quietly in front of them. A bowl of sugar also sat open on the table, in case Proteus liked his porridge sweeter. "No one is too kind," she tacked on, "there isn't enough of that disease going around these days." A breeze blew by the open windows, softly knocking the wooden shutters against the cedarwood of the hut. It touched her hair, and slid past his face, never putting out the candle. After a brief and comfortable silence, she breathed in. 

"I'm wearing rags too, you know. Don't be so ashamed." With that, Elizabeth seemed amused. Reading intention and emotion was easy for a green witch. She sat back with her bowl in one hand, the other feeling the corners of the table. Her lips curled into a brighter smile that reached her eyes and crinkled her nose. A short, humble laugh chased the breeze. 

KaffeeWisteria small revive! :)

So. technically. she had just been there to see if this place had something of value she could steal. She had already been on her way out again, when she got caught. Though, not in a way she would have expected. For some reason she now found herself having a small bowl of porridge and a cup of herbal tea with the lady living in this place. How on earth...?? "Well. uhm. I. apologize again for... trespassing..." Vika mumbled, waiting patiently for her host to eat first. That woman felt like a witch, even if that was just a wild guess, so she doubted that if she wanted to poison her she would put something simple like rat poison, that would have been harmless to Vika.
When everything seemed fine, Vika slowly got a bit more relaxed. The silence was okay, but not the most comfortable for her specifically. "If that's not a weird thing to ask, why do you live so far out? Is it because of your garden? Which is great by the way, if I do say so myself." Not that she was an authority on gardening, but at least she recognized most of the plants! 

For some reason the feeling that Miss Sommer knew exactly what she had intended to do did not leave her, and it made her skin crawl. Not that the green witch did anything, she was the most friendly and pleasant host Vika could have imagined (she did not usually imagine hosts), but it was still... eerie, leaving even Vika on guard. The reason why she had issues with witches was the fact that she was well aware she was no match for most of them. Not if they knew what they were doing... and she hated the feeling of being weak. Still, she sat there, eating porridge and drinking tea, hoping to hear something about plants.

(v aaaa that was really nice, I'll try to follow-up later <3 Have Vika being very confused by oysters.)

Hala didn't eat with people enough these days. She liked the company, of course, but she was painfully lonely. And painfully boring. No wonder. Maybe Vika wouldn't agree, but that was yet to be seen.

Seated at the restaurant table, she shyly reached out to nab one of the oysters off the iced platter in the middle of the table, half-expecting Vika to suddenly snatch more than just a few. She slurped up the slippery little creature within, and then placed the shell aside. It tasted mild and buttery-sweet, and felt like downing a lump of slime, though she didn't mind it. She also didn't eat enough seafood these days. The territory she lived in was landlocked, so... no ocean.

"It's interesting what kinds of knives they use for shellfish." said Hala, as she reached for her glass of white wine, "I just think you might be interested in that sort of thing... You like knives, right? Or-- Or, well, did I mishear?" She sipped on her drink. She wasn't exactly a fan of wine, but it's cool. It's fine. She could deal with it for the sake of appearing a fancy, noble member of society. Afterwards, Vika could rob her, and she'd just sit on the floor and cry about it.

I'd rob Hala. I'd also beat her to death.

"I collect knives, so I suppose I... I have to be interested..." She paused a moment. "Nothing too morbid, though, you know? I only get pocket knives I think are pretty or-- or otherwise particularly special. Maybe in some historical way. I don't-- I don't know." She ran her hands down her face, exhausted by her own stammering. Maybe she should just talk about the food instead?

"I like to think I know more about oysters, though." Hala forced a small smile. She gestured to one of the oysters. "This is an Olympia oyster. See it? It's a bit intense and briney. And coppery. It's kind of like popping a coin into your mouth, but... nicer."

For NP: Hala's not picky at all when it comes to food.    She prefers seafood, but she'll really eat just about anything you give her.

"Hello Hala," Kiushhu's smile went unseen under their mask, but the tone was enough to give it away, "Do you have some time for a picnic?"

The uberhero was carrying with them a checkered fabric tucked into a strangely styled basket of sorts, something they must likely had made in their many adventures across the lands. With a soft sigh, they set down the basket and settled into the grass comfortably, moving the fabric away to reveal a few treats immediately. There appeared to be sweet breads, and roasted poultry of some kind.  Most likely a species of bird back from the patapon's territory.

"I would have brought other foods as well," Kiushhu paused, handing one of the sweetly flavored breads to Hala, "But I was worried of them creating a mess. It's really the thought that counts in bringing a homemade meal, right?"

Gently tucking a torn piece of the biscuit-textured appetizer under their mask, Kiushhu pointed to the meat with a hum, "It's motiti, think of it perhaps similar to duck...Or maybe chicken? A combination, if you were to ask me. I am not so familiar with many human meals."

Taking in the soft breeze, Kiushhu waited for their companion to try a few bites of the meal before continuing to speak, "I hope you find it appealing. I always enjoy having the company of others during a meal. It's very customary of the tribe I visit to eat together. It's a good way to build morale and companionship."

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Kiushhu is very kind and will eat anything. They can't afford to be picky since they travel and fight a lot as a warrior. :)!

_{Jp slightly older as well 👀. With his little """"beard """ and tiny bit of redemption. His older version doesn't have a page but you just have to believe me on this one. I did write a lot though, so into the spoiler box it goes.}

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Jp gets a on edge/angsty and nervous when he smells mammal blood. It's an Easterling thing. He's used to three meals a day and will have a culture shock if you feed him fastfood

     IcyHot mumbled something and stared at Roland for a second. Then he stood up and headed to the kitchen. After about 20 mins, He came back from the kitchen with two covered plates. IcyHot uncovered the plates, there were two steaming slaps of meat. He switched to his blue form  and snapped open his mouth. A cool blue breeze hit the meat and cooled it to perfect temperature. “Tada!” He sat down and handed Roland some silver wear.

Dandelion kept quiet as he carefully cut the root. The stew started to smell good. Butter, onions and potatoes all were salted and peppered. The druid let out his breath as his knife darted over the carrot.
"We eat it a lot from where I am from. We call it root-stew," he said. "It's surely different then anything you're used to," Dandelion looked up from his work and stared at Icyhot. Staring.

Dandelion's nose slightly twitched and the edges of his fur pricked. What even was he? Dandelion's mind raced. The constant fear of being hunted or in danger was hard to bite down for rabbit-folk like him. Especially when you knew about the other's reputation.

"It's easy to make on the road," the ferryman muttered. "It doesn't need a- a lot of ingredients as well. Just some good company to make it feel warm," he said.
Dandelion shifted his gaze back to his half-cut carrot and paused. Dandelion's thumb gently pressed in the iron of his knife.
"Is it true that you...Are destructive?" He asked. Dandelion directly eyed him. Holding his breath. afraid that Icyhot would explode at him.
"I-if so, please don't try and destroy my Dutch oven," he said. Haphazardly gesturing at his crockpot.
"Or me- I.." Dandelion rubbed the back of his head. He felt silence afterward. Almost as if he'd frozen over. Dandelion shook his head. Shook himself away.
"Sorry, I grab us a plate." The druid said muddled. He grabbed two of his travelling plates and poured them two cups.
"Please eat it while it is still warm, or keep, keep it warm yourself, that would work too. It will lose some of it flavor if it cools down."

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For np: Dandelion is a vegetarian 🌾

Soup time