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Oh, now they had to discuss sleep, didn't they. Ura's right eye suddenly twitched at the conversation, his hand slowly pulling the sake glass even closer. In a swift motion he chugged that sucker without a second thought. The glass was placed back down with a soft thud, yet his fingers still lingered upon the empty container. Oh yeah, he was so totally going to need more alcohol to last through the night.

And his eye twitched again, gaze turning to Aurora as she spoke. He wasn't aware she had left but did notice it had been a while since she last talked. Taking in a deep breathe, he turned away again to stare at the table, which he could have sworn was getting a little haze about it. Huh, interesting.

Kami kept silent, finishing the letter she had been writing to Ray just as the food came to the table. Sealing the letter in an envelope, she put the proper things on the front of it before placing it back in her purse along with the sketch pad she had offered Sim who had politely refused her.

Trying the food that was placed in front of her, she found it tasted really good. She really wasn't picky when it came to food unless it was mushrooms, Pata didn't like them either and neither did she like fish. Oh well, her loss.

Finishing up the bread upon her plate, Kami wiped her mouth with the napkin that was in her lap in order to prevent her pretty dress from getting dirty. She focused her gaze on Ronin with a smile, gosh, he was so cute, the simu wondered if perhaps that was how she acted when she was younger.

(( See what my friend drew for me? The outfit Kami's wearing atm. ^^ whee heart heart ))

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EDITED: By X because it was stretching the screen. sweatdrop

Ura remained unaware of Zanna's lingering glances at him. He was currently staring at food like it was salvation. Sweet wonderful turkey, it smelled intoxicating and so totally beat cups of ramen and goldfish crackers. Sure, the salad before was good. But, this was cooked.. on a stove or something. Mismatched eyes twinkled with adortion, hand reaching over for his fork and knife. Oh, how little he cared how lame he looked as he cut into the food and savored the first bite. Oh how it melted upon his tongue.

The teen then looked up, attention back at the rest of the table occupants .. as if suddenly aware there were others around. Pretend nothing was wrong, nothing is weird! If they thought things were weird then they might ask questions and he might blurt things out! Bad! His fingers grasped his refiled glass of sake and pulled it again closer but stopped midway. If he got too drunk then they'd ask questions and he wasn't sure if he was the type to blurt out things while toxicated. Ura pushed the glass back a little and coughed, eyes darting about. He suddenly caught one of Zanna's glances and blinked. But she was looking at the others as well. Wait, She was back at him again. She didn't suspect anything did she? Pretend nothing is wrong, gawddammit! His eyes fell to his food again. No, nothing was wrong, he told himself, cutting into the bird again.

It was simple enough to pretend to be engrossed with his food, his subtle glances at Zanna and Ura passing off as looking for condiments. Daintilly, he sliced into his lasagna, methodically cutting them into bite-sized squares that would not threaten spillage or staining.

He forked one of the cubes and ate it, audibly savoring his meal. "Mmmmm m! Fantastic! So much better than mother's poor attempts at cuisine." he grinned to no one in particular.

Aurora listened to the others as she started her meal. She was still a bit put off by food like this, the heavier meat food that threatened weight gain. She hadn't shaken off her old fears still, but at least she could eat now?

And everynow and then, she'd give Ura a stare. He looked kind of odd, and Aurora thought it might throw him off a bit more. Thrown off Ura was a good thing!

After a bit, she pushed the plate back and gazed around at the other people around them, admiring clothing and jewellery.

"Ugh, believe me, with what mother ends up concocting, she might as well have fed me caster oil and that still would have been more palatable." Sim wretched dramatically, "If it weren't for the medusa and the panda, I'd have starved myself into nothingness. Or would have tried my hand at the stove." Sim nodded sagely.

"Well, I suppose before I attempt at culinary tasks, I should be dressed appropriately... but all the aprons and mitts I've come across were horribly plain! Not in the least bit as interesting and fabulous as I would prefer them to be." Sim states, and flips his feather boa around his neck.