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[orestes]

A menu! Right. Most interesting, so on that item is printed all the food in the city! The way this place operates is very interesting. "Of course I can read!" he answered, coughing a little, "My.. parents taught me a little. I've got trouble with some big words though." He admitted, nodding a little. Shouldn't be that big of a problem. He wanted fish. And fish was a small word, easy to read!

As the woman came to their table, he raised his eyebrows, listening intently as Parsley ordered some sort of drink. Then she turned her attention to him. What. His turn now? Oh no. What sort of things did they even have? Could he just ask for water? Glaz was starting to get very, very nervous, all of his eyes moving around trying to figure out what to tell the lady. Finally he remembered what Parsley said. Black Coffe?

"I'll have the same thing!" he said, hoping he didn't just do something very bad. He never had this Black Coffee before. His fathers either had alcoholic drinks in the house, or well-water. Never this coffee stuff. He hoped it was good at the very least.

[Kari Muffin]

The squirrel breathed a sigh of relief. He knew how to read. That was at least a step in the right direction. Of course the trouble with big words seemed fairly distressing. What did the Golfram considering big?

The waitress nodded at the order and cheerfully went off to retrieve their coffee.

It never crossed Parsley's mind that the man didn't know what coffee was. He shifted in his seat as he ran through the menu. Something quick and easy so he could pay, leave and throw this man a map. Or, better yet, pawn him off on someone who could take him to the capital. A little extra direction would be a nice help, he was sure.

A roast beef sandwich, that would be fine. He slid his menu shut, looking at the Golfram curiously. Three eyes? He really wondered how that happened. A mutation like that seemed fairly odd... what if it had to do with a parasitic twin?

"Know what you want? She'll be back soon." He said idly. He would have to figure out a way to tactfully discuss such a mutation....

[orestes]

The Golfram almost didn't hear the squirrel's words, as he was so focused on the menu in front of him. It was.. amazing! So many different things, and he couldn't even pronounce the half of them. Even the eye on his shoulder strained in order to get a better look at it.

There were all sorts of strange food names, but he couldn't find the fish. It's such a simple word. F-I-S-H. Fish. His tail moved about nervously as he searched. Then he turned to the squirrel.

"I want fish." he said simply, "But I can't seem to find any here. Can I just tell that lady that I'd like fish? It seems simpler than hunting through this thing for it." He nodded to himself as if he figured something important out, his eyes closing as if in thought, but curiously the one on his shoulder kept peering around.

He still wondered about this Coffee that he ordered. He hoped it couldn't hurt him, who knows what these folks did with their drinks!

[Kari Muffin]

Parsley stared for a few moments. Fish. Really? He wasn't about to list off the different possibilities that the man could have at this restaurant. His tail curled for a few moments as he tried to form words that didn't sound overly blunt.

"I'll just order for you," Parsley said after a moment.

The waitress swiftly returned with the cups of coffee, a bright smile on her face as she set them down. The squirrel poured some sugar into his cup as he ordered the sandwich for himself and the grilled salmon for the Golfram.

Once she departed he spoke again. A small smile on his face. "I'm just a little curious. What exactly brought you out of Golfram? I mean was it plain curiosity or was it something else entirely?"

What could possibly possess the three eyed marsh dweller to seek something in the outside world when he had no idea how things worked?

[orestes]

What was this? He almost didn't hear the squirrel's question due to how focused he was on the strange drink the waitress lady placed in front of him. It.. didn't look drinkable. It smelled okay, though. But it could be a trap. The more and more he looked at it, the more and more convinced he was that it was poison. He knew this squirrel was being so nice for a reason! Should have known better than to trust outsiders. However, seems like his looks exactly the same, probably in order not to draw suspicion. Which means the squirrel's was poisoned as well.

It's alright though. Glaz can play this game. He'd simply wait for the squirrel to drink this 'Black Coffee' first. If he doesn't die, then Glaz should be safe, for now. What was it he asked again?

"Oh, um.. Well it's a long story, Mister Parsley." he said sheepishly, trying not to act suspicious, "But the fact o' the matter is, I didn't like it there. My fath-.. uh, uncles were a little... weird. I didn't like 'em, not one bit. Not to mention I was born with a mutation, and as a Club on top of that! Luckily I was also born with this form here, but that was all the luck I'd get from the Marsh. I figured that livin' in a place like that wouldn't be good for me my whole life, y'know? So I thought I'd make m'way over to the Capital City, see if I can make myself better than I would've been had I stayed in the Marsh. "

In a lower voice, he added one more thing.

" An' besides. If I stayed there I'd end up some sort o' thief or inbreeding or something stupid like that. So out here is better fer me. But I'm afraid I don't know much about the outside world, as you've seen, Mister Parsley. So I dunno how I'm gonna do much o' anything that'll make me some sort o' city big shot! But darnit, I'll try." He gave a bit of a grin at the final statement.

And he watched and waited for the squirrel to drink that poison. He had to pay special attention in case the bugger tried to fake-drink it! He knew that trick, after all. Used it a couple o' times on cousins of his back home! He drew his own coffee closer to him, however. The cup was really warm! Hot, even. How do they drink this stuff? He thought to himself, idly looking into the mug.

[Kari Muffin]

The squirrel tired his hardest not to stare at the man with a horrified expression. Somehow it remained fairly blank as he processed the information that Glaz was presenting him with. Well, this backwater Golfram at least had some ideals to start with. Hopefully no one would eat him alive.

Parsley figured giving him a map and sending him out in the world was the best thing he could do. Charity cases were not something he was willing to deal with at the moment. He took a long sip of his coffee before speaking again. Formulating words for this was fairly difficult, and they had a little while before the food came out.

"I can understand wanting to leave if you don't have any opportunities to advance. That's why I left the Wood." He took another sip of his coffee for good measure. This was just more awkward than he was used to. Maybe he should try to socialize more often and be a well adjusted individual like his sister? Ha. Fat chance. "I can give you and address for a potential place where you can get a good job, if you want."

[orestes]

He watched the first sip, and then the second one. Making sure the squirrel swallowed it by peering into his mug from afar, noticing that some of the coffee was indeed gone. Good. So he was safe, this squirrel didn't look like he was dying. Yet. Glaz frowned a little as he realized the squirrel was talking to him again. What was this? A job? Hm. This could be good for Glaz! Yes it could.

"Wait a minute. What, a job just like that? Where do I gotta go?" he asked, curious. Maybe it was something important! But.. then again. He was a bloody Club, and he didn't know the first think about jobs, or the city for that matter. But he had to start his way up somewhere!

"But wait, what sort of job is this anyway? I dunno what sorts of work you city folk do. It won't be like.. cleaning or something, will it?" He asked, frowning a bit.

[Kari Muffin]

Parsley's ears twitched as he shifted in his seat. At least they were able to talk about something that didn't make him feel like an idiot. Jobs were something Parsley himself had trouble grasping. He had to figure out a commission system all on his own before the money his father had given him ran out.

"It's a potential job," Parsley corrected. "There is a place in the capital that hires people for a variety of different things even if they don't have any experience. My sister told me about it a while back when I was worried about running out of money. It helps people get acclimated to the city or something like that. It's just a small business...you'd probably deliver packages or something. All I have is the address, you'd have to actually look into it."

He shrugged, wondering how long the food was going to take. "What do you think of Corvistowne so far?"

[orestes]

He frowned. Delivering packages? That doesn't sound fun. But there was no use complaining, he had to start somewhere. He'd prove his fathers wrong; he could definitely make it out in the outside world! As many packages as it takes! Then he'd be on to bigger and better things, that he would.

"Well, thank you kindly." he said, nodding, "I ain't got nowhere to write it down, but you can just say it and I'll 'member. I've got a good memory! Just no sense o' direction." He frowned again.

It was at this point that Glaz decided he'd take a sip of his coffee. He wanted to drink something, after all, and if the squirrel didn't die, why should he? He answered the question that was asked of him to stall bringing the mug to his lips, however.

"It's weird." he admitted, "I thought cities were supposed to be prettier, but a lot o' these buildings look like they're gonna fall apart at any minute now."

He nodded to himself.

"There's also more people here than I ever seen at any one place, but they look lots different than anyone from the Marsh. I guess it wouldn't be such a bad place to live, though. What with restaurants and other luxuries you folk enjoy."

And that was all he had to say about that. All that was next was to drink his coffee. He closed his eyes tightly as he brought the mug to his lips, fearing the worst as he lightly sipped it. His eyes shot open. This bitter taste reminded him somewhat of the water back home. The fragrant aroma was filling Glaz's nostrils. This drink...

It was glorious.

And with that he chugged it, downing the coffee as quickly as a man in the desert would down a canteen of water. He put the mug down with a bit of a slam, his eyes wide, and his tail moving about rapidly.

"So this is what city people drink..." he said to himself quietly, staring down at the empty mug as if willing it to refill itself magically.

[Esfiel]

((Hio! Just a note that Aima's still a seven at this moment. XD; ))

Oh how the little pine martin loved Corvistowne. You could never be bored in this city. Even if you had nothing to do you could simply sit on the side of the curb and watch people walk by. The inhabitants of the city never let you down with their strange additions and mutations. Such a shame she had to leave it all for the Capital.

It wasn't that she disliked the Capital, it was just going there that was the problem. Maybe if she made more frequent trips she wouldn't have so much to transport, but be as that may, she never bothered going to the Capital until her mother was past demanding "supplies" for her shop and moving on to forcing.

They have good tea, she thought with a sigh. Tea was more pleasant to think about than the thought of asking another Corvie to take time out of their work to help her go to the Capital. Maybe an idea would come to her about what to do. She turned a bit in her seat, trying to get a better view of the room when.. when she saw someone green and yellow. Corvies weren't green and yellow, no the people who usually looked like that were..

Oh suits. What was a Golfam doing in Corvistowne? She squinted trying to get a better view. Was that a Club symbol he sported? Oohh, this could be perfect, although she'd have to be careful with her approuch. He did had his biped form, after all, wouldn't do to disrespect him when she was starting to consider asking him for help, but who was he sitting with? A Corvie, no doubt, but she'd never met him.

She made a point of not just going up to people in Corvistowne because you never knew what you were walking into, but maybe she could find a reason to go over to them, or maybe they'd notice her staring at them curiously and act on that?