[ Inside is a much more sedate scene, no bones or viscera, just a man calmly sat on a fallen bit of masonry and writing something in a journal. His eyes lift once Lasulahn returns, and he quickly huffs a breath across the ink to dry it before letting the pages fall shut with a heavy 'thmp' ]
My friend. Ah. What's this?
[ He smells it first, rather than sees the food that he's seen fit to bring, and his expression softens somewhat. Oh. Isn't that dear.
He can't very well turn it away. That'd just be terrible manners, not fit for a prince at all. ]
You know, I was just thinking I still had some room in me. Should we dine here?
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My friend. Ah. What's this?
[ He smells it first, rather than sees the food that he's seen fit to bring, and his expression softens somewhat. Oh. Isn't that dear.
He can't very well turn it away. That'd just be terrible manners, not fit for a prince at all. ]
You know, I was just thinking I still had some room in me. Should we dine here?