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Ulmuka excused himself from the sheltered ghouls and looked over the dishes. He knew that his choices in food may not correspond with the raging-flipping couple out there but he picked his own favorites instead.

He picked up the dishes and and tried to balance them as he walked and not get hit. He manuevered the feild of battle carefully and managed to put the dishes down without incident. He even felt a little better as he arrived.

"Fin pheesh soup for the lady." Ulmuka placed the dish down in front of Desu, doing a flourish over it with his hand. "It has a delicate taste for a delicate lady."

"And for the gentleman we are serving roasted rat with flesh fries." Ulmuka loooved rats. "The skin is the best part if you don't mind my opinion." He giggled and backed away quickly.

[[ HP: 10 + 2 = 12 ]]

Edel picked herself up, brushing the dirt off her apron and looking rather frazzled. Her legs still hurt. She bent over to massage the back of her calves, wincing as she did so. She wasn't going to lie, she was feeling pretty upset about this. Meatfist had returned with the entrées in hand, appetizing as they were Edel wasn't too sure about going out there to serve them again.

Was she complaining? Throwing a tantrum? Pouting? Frustrated as she was, the frost demon shook those inclinations off and braced herself for the next challenge. She wasn't used to being at the receiving end of physical abuse, dealing with crazy, shouting people, or even serving up food to others for that matter. This was a trial for her, one far greater and tougher than the ordeals she faced in the Haunted House. She tried to convince herself that this would help her somehow. Like you know, character development.

She watched a certain witch doctor and Ulmuka make it safely across, which began to encourage her until she watched the tentacled ghoul get knocked out with a table leg. So...I just have to be polite right? she observed and not spill the food.

The ghoul approached the couple once more, greeting them politely as she set the food down in front of them. “For you Miss, Screamasta in snot sauce,” she said, introducing the dish to Desu-Chan. “Enjoy!” Turning to face the Rage master, Edel set down the plate of roasted rat with flesh fries. “And for you Sir, rat roasted to a fine crisp and served with delicious flesh fries.”

Taking a step back, Edel bowed to the couple. “Enjoy your meal,” she said, smiling. Was that a smile? Edel was certain she caught a glimpse of Desu-Chan looking rather pleased for the first time since the fight started – did she do it right this time? Making a successful retreat, Edel made her way to Ulmuka who managed to complete the task unscathed.

“An action-filled night huh?” she whispered sheepishly.

((HP: 15 + 2 = 17))

Once the gnome was back after a little bit, Adyian attention was back into serving the food to the fighting couple. Hearing the dishes that were to be served , he took a second to figure out which dishes that he was going to take and serve to the both of them. He also thought on how to better avoid being hit with any of the tables, as he didn't want a repeat of getting smacked in the back of the head by one as it didn't hurt all that much but it was something that he didn't want repeated.

Taking the two dishes that he thought were the right ones for the couple, but just as he was walking towards then a table debris came straight for him. He dodged getting hit by the debris but in the process he had spilled half of what he was going to serve. He hadn't been spotted by the couple about spilling the food and he did want to serve it perfectly to them. So he headed back to get fresh dishes. It was embarrassing to do so but the guardian in him wanted to do a very good job and not mess up next time.

(( Hp: 17 - 2 = 15 ))

Another job, another chance to traverse the sea of splinters. It eyed the rat speculatively, but there was no time to ask if the rodent was actually dead.

Following Edel, Mooka, and the legless ghoul's example, Vero snatched the screamasta in snot sauce and fin pheesh soup and, with as much dexterity as it could, attempted to navigate around the broken tables.

Most unfortunate, however, it did not see a sprawled wooden leg and tripped, spilling the pasta over the table and somewhat onto Desu-chan. Antennae bent back in embarassment, it attempted to squeak an apology as it passed the soup plate harmlessly to Rage, and was quickly met with another deft table to the face.

In pain and covered in snot, it returned to the aforementioned trio it had been with, trembling. "W-We need help . . ." Its inspection of the legless ghoul would have to wait.

Right now it wanted to crawl into a hole and not come out.

((HP: 15 - 4 = 11 DDD cool )

"P-Perhaps they were downed by previous tables or are simply understaffed," Vero suggested, nodding gratefully for the tablecloth. Being only of a drone status back at its hive, it quickly identified and sympathized with the scrambling of servants. The spirit quickly wiped itself down, an easy task thanks to most of the snot clinging to its armor rather than its actual skin; though clearly it would need to polish after this job was finished.

"We suggest working together for the next part," Vero meekly added, meaning their little quartet. There was the other group, of course, but given the amount of tables flipped just for doing their jobs, it did not want to warrant more in case Desu-chan saw it.

Vero shook its head in response as it folded the snot-stained tablecloth into a manageable layered rectangle. "Rattled, but functional," it said, twitching its antennae several times to make sure that it could still move them. "If we knew how to fix our mistakes, we would . . . But we shall persevere until the end." It was one of the first things a vespian was taught: a half-assed job was as good as a job not done at all.

It still wanted to grasp Edel's hand as it had done prior in the Haunted Mansion, but withheld the impulse. "Perhaps we should all choose differing meals on the next portion: that way, at least one meal will be correct." And perhaps less injuries would be sustained.

Also, was Vero feeling lighter? Its head was slightly fuzzy - and it had nothing to do with that peachfuzz covering it.

Caimeron shifted a little from foot to foot as he was asked what kind of demon he was by Art. "Oh. Yeah, my mom is a Glutton demon. I'm Envy." He wasn't sure how else to go on and was kind of thankful when the new ghoul stumbled over and asked about more juice. "Nope. Gave mine to err, the angry boil over there."

As he pointed towards the two diners the little gnome came back over and gave the new instructions. More choices. Caimeron's brow furrowed and he began intently watching everyone else as they made their choices and delivered them. One or two did quite good dodging all the flying tables and stepping over splintered wood. Others... did kind of bad.

"So... Rat for that Rage guy, then... but uh. What about the ghoul?" He looked over at them expectantly. There'd been an equal amount of deliveries of Soup and Boils to her, so... he didn't really have anyone else's opinion to go by. And then a thought struck him.

"Hey you know! We could work together! I mean, there's three of us and four things to eat. We've got a better chance of one of us actually giving someone something they want. What d'ya say, guys?" His speech patterns were suspiciously starting to sound like Art...