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"Oh David you dont have to take the salad back to the duplex, I'm sure they are used to unfinished meals here" she said accepting his hand and standing up once more

"If you like greens and ham drowned in ranch dressing it's ok I suppose..." she made a face "Least hte dressing blocked hte meat taste for the most part, I only really seem to taste when I'm about to swallow which sucks"

Joliette giggled softly and slowly walked with him back into the daylight, she stopped breifly looking up at the sun with her eyes closed. "Nice out here" she mused quietly "I think I will pull out my laptop's encyclopedia after we get back"

"I trust the staff here about as much as I trust a pirahna to not eat meat... We have some clues, maybe we can figure it out without them..." she mused walking again with him but staing in the sun whereever possible

Pyroth couldn't pass up on the opportunity for some Christmas food, his nose wouldn't let him. So, having finished sketching out a design he intended to complete later, he had made his way down to the cafeteria, where he heaped a good portion of food onto his plate, took a seat and tucked in.

It was a delectable dish, and he went back for seconds, not something he would normally have done back home. Of course, Pyroth dealt with binge eating in an unusual manner, he would eat a lot one week, then eat nothing for a long period of time, this meal would be enough to tide him to the new year.

He hadn't eaten a mincemeat pie before and chalked it up as one of his more unusual meals on the island, particularly with the oddity of his altered tastebuds.

When he was done, he leaned back in his chair and waited on his stomach to settle, his stumpy tail wagging faintly. If only this good mood could last for the rest of the year.

Pyroth glanced over as someone else entered the cafeteria and was hit by the usual pang of self-conciousness. He fought it back though, there was nothing quite like a good meal to make him that little bit more resolute. Flicking back his ears, he merely watched Kim put away her PSP and eat for a bit before returning to his indifference to his surroundings.

He had nothing else to do today, so why not just chill out for a time in here where the scents were just so damn good?

Pyroth was vaguely aware of eyes on him, but it wasn't something he hadn't gotten somewhat accustomed to, even as a human his appearance had been rather striking and garnered some attention. He didn't expect Kim to seat herself beside him, let alone adress him and was somewhat pleasantly surprised. Turning his very canine yellow gaze onto her, he grinned faintly, making sure not to reveal more tooth than was neccisary, in the jungle, he could do what he liked in terms of behaviour, but the surroundings of the cafeteria and dwellings seemed to appeal to the human side of himself.

"Merry Christmas Kim" he spoke, his voice a tiny bit raspier than it once was, but not noticably so to one who hadn't heard him speak before. "Few have met me, I'm no social butterfly." and it was true he had to admit, most of his solitude was very much self inflicted, and no one's fault but his own. "I'm Pyroth."

He grinned a little broader, unwittingly revealing razor sharp canines "I would offer to shake your hand, but....you know." he held up a clawed paw for inspection, in too good a mood not to make a joke of his condition.

"Delicious food today, don't you think?"

Pyroth was glad to see that Kim must have acclimatised to the shocks this island was so good at dishing out, he hated having to deal with awkward stares and such for too long. He still wasn't used to the increased sensitivity of the fur on his paws however and had to supress a twitch at the sensation of touch on them. It was strange.

As far as the island's hospitality went, he had been surprised too. "Oh I know, you can never tell if you are coming or going in this place, one minute they are putting you through emotional hell, turning you into Xinai knows what, the next, slap up dinner and a gift you've always dreamed of."

He shrugged "I guess they just want us to be subjects, not maltreated prisoners." he smirked "not that anyone would know if we were anyway."

"I could be classed as a loner I suppose, I tend to stay out of other people's way lest I make myself look a fool the way I have done a few times. Besides, I've always been pretty awkward in conversation, at least my old friend, Khan used to tell me I was."