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[foolishwren]

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[nestingdevil]

[He listens to her clack at his side. Even without looking at Mason, the hop in her step? The excitement? It's telling. And while, perhaps, this isn't exactly what she needed, the ability to let loose, to enjoy.]

[The results are more than enough to satisfy.]

[Greed tosses his chin skyward.] Ha - ! I'm sure you could. Doesn't take much convincing, does it? Him and Stocke - [The bulk of his tongue winds behind his teeth. It smacks once at the back of them - the flickering forks, all but forcing a flurry of sparks to play on his lip.] - they go pretty far back. If anyone can distract him, I think our friend there's the best for the job.

[As for that other business - the former homunculus shrugs his shoulders.] Don't see why not. Just make sure you don't get any near me, hmn? Salt tends to be a bit of a problem. [Not that she can't indulge. There are plenty of food stalls to choose from. She can find one she likes, take from it. And in the meantime? Well.]

[It's not like Sin doesn't have an itch for more.]

[foolishwren]

--aw, shit.

I keep forgetting about that.

<sub>[She's honestly not sure she could deal with life as a demon. A life without seasoning sounds like a freaking nightmare. So she takes a moment to just kind of feel really sad about the fact that Greed literally can't even eat a potato chip.]

[... unless they can find FRESH potato chips with no salt on them yet.]</sub>

BOSS.

I'm gonna find a saltless snack!

[nestingdevil]

[It had taken some getting used to. A misstep at the bar, hissing a sting. One or two of his earlier meals, gone awry. However, it's been a long time since then and with the months stretching into years, the lack of salt? It's simply gone unnoticed. The absence of it, as mundane and thoughtless as a lung's rhythm, taking in air.]

[Still, Mason. He can practically feel the pity, rolling off her. A note, a hint, and ah, ah.]

[Isn't it just sympathy for the devil.]

[Greed shoulders hunch together and the fur around his collar rises behind his neck; the expression of it, more similar to that of groggy bird, stretching out its feathers.] Really caught up on that, aren't you? [He loosens one his elbows, allowing his fingers to splay open on the swing of his wrist.] It isn't that big of a deal, y'know. But if you're really set on it, well - [Again, the roll of his tongue finds his teeth. Truth is, the more he thinks on it; he's missing out, isn't he? On the small little things, on the tiny details lost by his insatiable tide. Eventually? Eventually.]

[Even the slimmest slivers begin to tally up.]

[The former homunculus idly pats the pads of his fingers; his look, now, as sharp as prick of sunlight, fastening itself to the rear-end of a bumper.] I guess you have a point. All right, brat. [The Sin glides his ankle and as his wings shrink at his back, he opens a space by his side. A wordless suggestion, sly and cool.]

Lead the way.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[LOW SODIUM QUEST IS ON, BITCHES]

[With a confident flick of the tail, she takes the offered space, and off they go.]

[Unfortunately, and to be honest unsurprisingly, there's little success to be found at first. This is Djavulenstad, the Devil's City. The street food is second to none. Tempting, indulgent, dripping in grease... and enough salt to kill Satan.]

[Mason goes from stand to stand, squinting HARD at the offerings and occasionally glancing back up to Greed for input. But salt is hard to avoid.]

[EVENTUALLY... there is a health food stand.]

[With plain rice cakes and a skinny little man who looks both excited and nervous to have not just a Nester but the Devil himself before him.]

[Mason, on the other hand...]</sub>

Rice cakes?

Seriously??

Oh my god.

[nestingdevil]

[Mason in the lead, the former homunculus licks in her wake. He leaves a little space between them. A foot, for comfort. Two more, to keep his heat lightly at bay. It's enough of a distance that he's a brisk walk away by the time she happens on something; his attention, instead, flicking to each and every stall as if his eyes alone could swallow the spread whole, whole, whole.]

[Greed's eyebrow quips and with a bent-over twist, he lulling(ly) catches up with her again. At first, he doesn't notice the man nor does he notice his excitement. It's her disdain that catches him first and as Mason's tone bristles disgust, the Sin's lower lip rolls out; his expression, as blank and confused as an animal, skittering in front of a car.]

Ah - ? A rice cake, huh? Never had one before. [One by one, his fingers sink in his hips; allowing him to leer over like a scavenging bird, sizing up a scrap. He's heard of them before - somewhere in Ryslig, before. Yet, trying one? That's a different story. And while Heather may be less inclined, the former homunculus lets out a curious hum; his spread out knees clocking, just clocking, with interest.]

[Appetizing as it may not be, it's a new opportunity, isn't it?]

[Greed pats his boot.] Get two. Couldn't be that bad, right?

[foolishwren]

_{[She'd been all set to tell the poor guy to beat it and take his healthfood with him, what part of DEVIL'S CITY do you not UNDERSTAND, bro, but both the harpy and the vendor look surprised at the verdict?]}

What? Really?

Are you s--...

Okay.

<sub>[Not gonna argue with the bossman.]

[She holds up two talons.]</sub>

Two.

... And if you have any seasoning that doesn't have salt in it, throw it on.

_{[After a "YES RIGHT AWAY" and some hasty sprinkling of spices, Heather and Greed are now in the possession of two (2) rice cakes! Insert Legend of Zelda item obtaining tune here.]}