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[foolishwren]

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[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.]}