Dinner time! Rice bowls, crab meat, catfish nuggets, yellow tail tuna steaks, octopus balls, calamari rings, more rice bowls, ten fried shrimp, five crawfish, and for dessert a strawberry short cake dish, oh and a large soda. The spread in front of Baron was enough to feed a family of five, but this was nothing but dinner for him. The entire table was stacked with food, everything in arm’s reach as he prepared himself mentally for the meal ahead. Spending the jewels that lady gave him on this much food was probably a bad idea, but he couldn’t help it all of the sea food here was gonna go to waste if he didn’t nom down on it before anyone else could. He always loved sea food, he but what he loved the most was crab legs. Crustaceans were always a favorite animal of his, back home he would catch dozens of mud crabs by the waterfront and boil them for himself. It seemed selfish, but he was hungry and had little time to think about anything but his gut.

A waitress stood beside his booth, hands clasped at her waist as she waited for his next few orders. “S-sir, are you sure this isn’t enough? Our chief has worked himself silly trying to prepare such a large meal.” she mumbled nervously a visible blush on her cheeks, small droplets of sweats dotting her. She was a lanky blonde with a rather nice build, the base of her hair was dyed green, her eyes green in color.

Baron rubbed his chin, “I guess this is enough, but I’m gonna be looking for you to bring me another round doll face.” he chuckled as he picked up his spoon. This was going to be quite a spectacle. The waitress nodded, but didn’t move from her position, she seemed frozen there as her gaze directed at the entrance. The adventurer would have looked up with her, but instead he continued to eat.

“W-who is that?”

Forgetting his manners he put his spoon down and clapped his hands together, pressing them against one another as one would do in prayer, “Thanks for the food, bless this mess.” he closed his eyes as he said the words before his meal. It was a bad habit, his mother would always have him pray before he ate, but be it he wasn’t all that religious he never really took into account the effect the action would have on him, almost out of habit he would always pray before he ate and if he didn’t when he was younger, hell even when he was nineteen his mother would smack him with a wooden spoon and make him. Lord did he love that old bag.

Picking up his spoon once again he leaned over his meal to begin digging in, with a bowl of rice in hand he burrowed right through it with little to no worries of choking, the food seemed to disappear he began to eat so fast, bowl after bowl sliding into his maw like nothing. The man ate like a pig and he didn’t care who knew furthering him being the typical bandit or at least having the appeal of one. Instead of buying new clothes, better ones anyway to replace his old cloak and sweats he spent all of his jewels on more food. What was more important after all? Looking good or eating until he’s had his fill. Obviously the former! As the latter was for those rich types. Baron didn’t come from money, thus he treated every meal like a blessing and it just so turned out that when it came to his blessings he liked them in seconds, thirds, and fourths until he had enough of them.

Before moving on to the lobster tails he looked up at the waitress, still perplexed by something in the distance, he would shrug her off and continue to eat, rice clinging to his face, red shells falling onto the table and and into the stacked bowls at his side.

Munching on what was infront of him now someone would soon come interrupt his meal with a statement regarding his meal. He looked up at them and flinched a tad as he looked them up and down, shocked by their stunning appearance he’d beat his chest as he choked a tad, It’d take a bit of pounding but when it finally went down he would answer her or at least try to with a cool smile on his face, calm and collected as ever.

“Well, I suppose you could say I managed to get them to open the buffet just once.” he’d joke with a smile cheek still munching on his eats, “Feel free to join me though if you like, be warned what you don’t grab I’ll probably eat.” he looked down at her feet, eyes slowly shifting to her waist, “Hm, and if you don’t want to join me for lunch I would love to eat you up.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid, why would he say that? She came up to him and he makes a fool of himself! Foreshame.

It seemed he managed to interest her in lunch. A lucky break for what had been other wise a rather typical morning for the Boscan migrant. He wouldn’t have guessed someone like her would engage him randomly like this. She was a pretty young woman, yes, but he couldn’t believe that she’d talk to him of all people. He was a bad looking guy, he knew that, but he couldn’t wrap his mind about her intentions. Maybe she was looking for something to eat, that or she was looking for a free meal and was going to use him. She had the looks for it and could probably get anything she wanted out of anyone with her looks alone. If she had a big appetite she’d be Baron’s dream woman, if she liked to fight she’d be wife material.

When she’d pat him on the back he had managed to get the food down, so she was kind? That’s interesting, maybe she was the kind hearted type always helping others and what not. Hm, she certainly had his attention now.

“Ah, then welcome~” he smiled and looked back down at his meal, he would slowly resume eating, placing a  tuna steak on top of his rice bowls and dug in cutting it and raising it to his mouth. He’d do this as he ate mixing his food  and enjoying them together. The rice here was fairly good, really good though it wasn’t all that much in the way of flavor.

When she spoke about him biting off more than he could chew he swallowed and chuckled with a devious smirk, “Well, I’d hope I’d bite off more than I could chew. Means I can dive in again and get another mouthful.” this was the sort of air he was used to, flirting with someone he didn’t know, though he never expected a woman to say something back, especially something so… ‘interesting’.

She was gorgeous, he wanted to say more but he would ease off of her instead and smile at her. “So beautiful, can I get your name?” he put down his spoon and laced his fingers on the table as he leaned in attentively. “Oh, I’m Baron by the way.”

As they spoke Baron felt himself becoming comfortable, almost tranquil in his emotions at the moment. He could have continued thinking dirty, almost sleazy thoughts about the young woman before him, but instead he would only smile at her with sincerity and warmth. It was easy to make a pass at her, but that would likely lead to little more than a one night stand or a discomfortable evening and he did not want either of those things at the moment. What was important was for him was to obtain acquaintanceship from this person as out of character as it sounded.

He sighed contently and closed his eyes for a moment, he thought about his surroundings and everything happening around him. The sweet aroma of the food around him, the sounds of chatter and most importantly the words of his companion in front of him. Never before had he felt so calm, maybe it was because of her or he had just randomly plagued his own mind with peace either way he felt… Alive.

As she spoke he nodded with a sincere smile, “I apologise for my eating habits, my family usually has a spread like this back on the farm and we would all partake in such ravenous ways.” he pointed out, his family was a pack of animals when it came to dining.

“The pleasure is all mine.” he nodded to her after she introduced herself, “The food is delicious and I would enjoy a fine wine anytime as long as you keep me company why I try it.” he threw in a tiny hint of flirtation, but nothing more than what should have been present.

As the food began to dissipate on the table as did his appetite, this was nice. It was nice to eat with another person again, even if she was only a stranger now he felt like he had known her for a few days rather. Oddly he didn’t make a move on this woman, mostly because the food held his attention for so long and when it was mostly gone his hunger was sated entirely. He still ate of course! Food never went to waste in the Corbin household and it wouldn’t be going to waste now! With a crab leg in his hands he snapped it in two and took a polite bite out of the white succulent flesh.

He didn’t have a clue that people had been staring at them, he was aware that he got a few peers because of his rugged appearance and messy look, but he didn’t mind all that much, he was the sort of person mothers warned their daughters about after all. The man that would capture their hearts and make them his. That or he was the kind of guys wanted for their daughters, he couldn’t make up his mind on it since romance in general was an iffy topic for him while he did suck up to many women in his life he had never been ‘intimate’ with one as surprising as it may seem.

It wasn’t like he was a bad person, he didn’t make anyone do anything they didn’t want, always tried to be helpful in a pinch and went out of his way for his friends and family no matter what the circumstance. Yet, even with such a kind heart he was always too nervous to enter a relationship, or well, enter anything more than a bit of dialogue and awkward handshakes. He was soft hearted, but always go choked up in the presence of those higher than himself thus he never really had given romance a fair chance out of fear he’d mess up

“Yea!” he agreed picking up his spoon as he slowly ate his rice. She ordered the wine… That wasn’t good. He and wine had an interesting relationship, well, more wine never agreed with him and often backfired if he wasn’t careful.

“Sounds good to me, let’s get some glasses and crack it open.” he was going to get hammered tonight.

His head began to swim a bit as it seemed he has taken a bit too much to eat in his now full tummy. The bulk of his meal was gone now and only a couple more bowls of rice remained paired with a few crab tails. He probably should have relaxed a bit and let his cohort eat a bit more, though knowing her type she probably wanted to watch her waist, else she’d blow up a bit in her own eyes when in reality the extra weight would probably look good on her. What did Baron know he was just a loner with a big appetite when it came to food and women.

Baron thought about a few other things, all of this talk of romance made him weary about his mind and where he was mentally. He never had a romantic partner, he had to remember that specifically. He didn’t believe in doing anything sexual before marriage maybe? He wasn’t too sure, his parents seemed to have had quite a few of his older siblings before marriage so it wasn't like they input a fear of doing it into him. Maybe he was just a nut job over thinking something simple.

“Gotta be eager for booze milady.” he nodded, as he waited for his glass, “Hm? Wha? Oooh ok, uh I’ve been here for about two or three months now, made my way here from Bosco.” he nodded reassuringly as he thought of his back story. “What about you? Husband or wife drag you here?” he asked with sincere interest.

With their wine finally before them, he downed the glass in record time as soon as it was placed down, he wasn’t one to savor in all honesty and it showed as he selfishly downed his new poured glass. “It’s yummy!” he licked his lips and poured himself another glass and doing the same. “Hey, don’t ya wanna finish the bottle? Can’t do that if you take your time!” he poured a third glass already and refilled his companions.

“Let’s get hammered on wine!”

This girl seemed like she could hold her own at the dinner table, though she was exceptionally slower than what he was used to at the dinner table. His family were the types to clear a buffet a few minutes after it dropped leaving only bones and table legs in their wake. Ah how he missed his family, House Corbin was his and he often thought about them often but he couldn’t think about them for too long he was in good company and had to keep up appearances right?

Hmm, this was strong, he was buzzing for a moment. Though he was enjoying his meal he couldn’t help but think about what she thinking about him. Did she think about him? Did she want to get married? Have babies? Make babies? He couldn’t be a father yet, he was too young and spry, he had his whole life ahead of him, not that he would mind trying her out for a few hours! Ok, his thoughts were getting dark, maybe he could just relax a bit more. She was nice and all but he couldn’t even get this woman out of his mind! She wasn’t even flirting with him at the moment or was she? She must have wanted him badly… Only one way to find out! Get her drunk!

She spoke about patience, he would show her some patience alright, he poured himself another glass and toasted hers, “To drinkin’ with buddies! So drink more!” he cheered downing yet another glass.

“So what’s your guild called again?”

Before Baron knew it he had managed to down half of the bottle on his own with little effort. Or well, in his case a large effort given how tired he was. He was beginning to get drowsy from his overconsumption of alcohol, maybe he shouldn’t have tried to drink this chick under the table because evident she had already done so to him with style as his rosy cheeks gave way his already weakened state.

“Y-you… You have good endurance.” he chuckled out, words slurring and babbling as he tried his best to keep his eyes open. At this point all of the food was gone save for one last lobster tail nestled on a plate just inches away from him. He had to eat it, it was the best part of the meal: That last morsel that begged to be consumed, It was the sweetest most nutritious thing yet and all he had to do was grab a hold of it and slurp out the meat inside. It was so close yet so far. Golden eyes rested on the red shelled food item, he reached out to it but the table seemed to expand dozens of yards keeping it away from him. In reality it was right in front of him and his arm was barely bending for him to reach it.

“I am not… In a guild right now, I’m all on my own.” he admitted with his tongue protruding from his mouth as he reached for the tail. “Just a little bit more.” he saw his arm stretching for it, it was literally right under the palm of his hand, but in his mind it had only gotten farther and farther almost to the point where his muscles were tensing from the heavy stretching. “So… Close… Just a few more inches!” he beamed, thumb and index finger tips brushing the shell as he wiggled his fingers to grab it. He could almost get it!

With one last reach he felt nothing in his hand but air, he fell forward body becoming heavy as his he face planted on the table. It seemed he was out cold, maybe dead? No, soon snores would emit from his downed form. In his hands though was his prize, a death grip around the lobster tail. “Mmm… I got ya…” he mumbled in his sleep, “Why don’t you… break me off some more of that… tail…” he began to snore a bit more.