[ Very little has managed to pull Riku to a stall as quickly as the smell of hot, hearty food. While he's working on his cooking, he's still of an age and build that craves a delicious meal at any time of day, and he can tell when something's better than anything he can attempt to whip up.
Indeed, no sooner than he gets closer, his stomach grumbles on instinct - until recent events supply a different association with the smell of meat, and his appetite plummets to the bottom of a suddenly sour gut.
Those green-eyed spirits... always finding some way to ruin a good thing. He's much more reserved, therefore, when he peruses the ready-made meals. If he's lost his appetite, the least he can do is bring something back. ]
...Hey, what do you have for someone with a serious sweet tooth? And someone with more... [ He pauses thoughtfully, his gaze falling on the plaque with its Jolly Roger. ...Huh? ] Uh, refined tastes?
[ He can read the menu fine, but some of these words he doesn't recognize at all. ]
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Indeed, no sooner than he gets closer, his stomach grumbles on instinct - until recent events supply a different association with the smell of meat, and his appetite plummets to the bottom of a suddenly sour gut.
Those green-eyed spirits... always finding some way to ruin a good thing. He's much more reserved, therefore, when he peruses the ready-made meals. If he's lost his appetite, the least he can do is bring something back. ]
...Hey, what do you have for someone with a serious sweet tooth? And someone with more... [ He pauses thoughtfully, his gaze falling on the plaque with its Jolly Roger. ...Huh? ] Uh, refined tastes?
[ He can read the menu fine, but some of these words he doesn't recognize at all. ]