He pulled the slightest of faces at the word "poutine" but politely refrained from comment, and he moved slowly and gingerly as a series of booms shook the room. His voice, accordingly, was tight and careful, as if speaking too quickly might persuade the tower to fall.
"Food," he said simply. "Real food. Going to find a good Thai place and spend an amount of money that would make your grandmother blush. Or some pears and stilton, god. What I wouldn't give for an actual loaf of real bread and some butter. I went to a restaurant once where they emulsified the butter with duck fat." He said that with the nearly misty-eyed nostalgia of someone recalling a romantic beach proposal or a life-changing stage performance. "And then," he added, more pragmatically as he replaced his brick, "stocking up on cigarettes and buying some books for the basement library to try and offset all the Pikachu."
Status
Round: 1Pieces Taken: 4
Total Points: 4
