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Ultima ran after he paid the bartender for the food and drink, he had alot of money to spare so he tipped well. He then walked towards Wed and out of the bar. the fresh air hitting them as they walked out.

Rivven blushed at first at the holding of hands, but quickly suppressed his unease and looked around at the buildings unconcious patrons, taking in everything as it was his first time there. "So I guess this is where I'm going to be getting Mr.Charles that drink I owe him. I think... I'll just have a plate of chicken, or something. With a glass of water, I suppose." He considered another drink, he really would have liked it even though his wounds didn't bother him all that much now that they'd been emptied, but decided that wasn't a good idea.

"Well, alright. Let's go then." he said while looking around for the kitchen, which didn't take long to spot, and led her over to the kitchen, at which point he was once again unsure of exactly what he was supposed to do, whether to order like would be expected or if the going straight to the kitchen for food entailed something different, and let her lead him through the rest.

"Oh? Didn't know that. Is everything understaffed here?" He said, following her around. "Do you need a bit of help with anything?" He said, standing idly and feeling foolish because of it.

"Yes, I had wanted a glass of water. But, on second thought, could I have a little glass of something alchoholic with it? I don't really care what, I just figure I was going to get something to drink after that match, perhaps I'd already had my drink back at the clinic, but I figured I'd just get it now, if that's alright." He said, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as he stood still. "Hey, what do you want to drink? I don't think I can do anything as far as food, but I'm sure I can get you your drink now that I know where the glasses are..."

Rivven almost asked her what she meant, but it dawned on him as he would have, and he quickly turned away to get her drink, as his entire face turned a shade of red. He picked out a glass for her, and went shuffling through the drinks, stopping at several of the containers that looked like wine, stopping to smell them for alchohol, until he found one lacking the scent, and poured her a glass of it. "W-well, I'll just... take care not to drink too much then. Where is the food? You had wanted pork and bread, right? A sandwhich? Or just the bread off to the side?"

"Fairly well, though two trips to the doctors in about two weeks is a lot more than I'd expect. Everyone here is a lot more receptive than I expected. I should probably get to know more people as long as that's on my mind... right now I know you and Mr. Charles, and there's the doctor and a woman who helped me out a while ago, sort of an albino look though the eyes didn't match, then again I suppose I don't look far from that myself, but I never caught either of their names." He said, picking out several slices of ham, finding some bread and laying them down on it. "I'm not really that good of a cook... but do you want this cold or hot? I can toast the bread for you too, if you want."