[action in fum] (backdated a few days!)

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[Quina has been busy the past few days, intending to keep his/her promise with Zidane and go to Alexandria. This may explain why Quina has been sampling all the tasties on offer with such speed, roaming Fum, day and night.

This also might explain the rumours encircling the farmers and the dotted villages, about a mysterious creature, seen at night, seen in their fields, eating crops, seen licking cows. Well, no one had seen the latter. Just awoken to finding that their cows had been licked. A whirlwind of destruction has been left in Quina's wake, as s/he samples the area - under the belief that it's actually a free for all. (Like it would really stop him/her, anyway...)

Still, Quina's sampled the fields. The only things left are the villages. Which is possibly why Quina has let his/her nose guid him/her towards a café, a dinstinct smell of something or other leading him/her inside.

Fortunately for Quina, it's crowded. The farmers, the Clavats, the Lilities, all have one topic of choice, not that Quina notices or is noticed. And no one's really seen the mysterious creature that eats and samples the wierdest things, so s/he is left unrattled... for the time being.]

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[ The nose knows, and if Prishe's nose knows anything, it's how to find food. She'd wandered into Fum, and the aroma from the cafe caught her attention first.

She elbows her way into the establishment, and makes her way to the counter, peering up at the menu with absolute adoration on her face. ] I want one of everything!!

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[At the other end of the counter, Quina's currently revelling at the sight of the food before his/her eyes.] Aiya! So delicious! So many kinds I no try before! Best day in Fum! So many tasties to eat! [Seriously, the apples? The cows? They all pale in comparison to what you can do with the apples and the cakes and the pies and-

-Quina makes his/her way appraisingly down the counter, almost bumping into Prishe as s/he does, before lifting up the cake just opposing the pair of them.] This the best!! I have this one!

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[ Prishe was going to turn and yell at the-- thing-- that ran into her, when she spotted the prize the thing had lifted into the air.

It was beautiful, with delicate buttercream icing in a lovely shade of blue, decorated with colorful flowers and lacy white detailing. It was almost as though the Gods themselves had made this pastry and placed it before Prishe as a way of rewarding her for a job well done.

It took her a second to process what was going on, but when she did, she pointed at Quina, yelling. ] Hell no! That's mine!!

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[It takes Quina several seconds to notice Prishe has started yelling at him/her, too enamoured with his/her prize. A figure of craftmanship! A beacon of a chef's talents! For the good of a Gourmand, this must be tasted!

... so, no, Prishe, you are not having it. Quina pulls it away, higher into the air, protective.] I claim first. I have!