Finally, Rey allows herself to take a break from several days' worth of catching up on her liquor stock at the Speakeasy. Besides, she doubts there will be many 'patrons' when there's everything one could possibly ask for gathered by the gods themselves.
That also means that it doesn't take Rey very long to see some things that definitely catch her eye...
"Is that... Holy shit, is that fucking dim sum?"
She quickly slides into a seat and starts a collection of various Chinese food. From sweet barbeque bao to pork shumai... There's steamed fried rice wrapped up in lotus leaves, pot stickers, shrimp dumplings, flaky sou pastries, dan tat... The last time Rey had seen any of these things was with her brother at the Phoenix Palace in Chicago. The beautiful sight alone warms her with nostalgia and cravings she never thought would be sated again.
Since there are no Phoenix Palaces here in Hadriel, Rey is absolutely taking every advantage she can, stuffing her face unceremoniously. One might liken her to a hamster with her cheeks puffed, as she helps herself by shoveling more food in her mouth.
So she might not look the most classy and flattering lady at the feast -- you want to talk to her about that? Because those might be fighting words.
Eventually she finds the bourbon, the lager, and the wine. One good thing about her metabolic rate is that she can savor all of these things before she starts getting a little tipsy, let alone drunk. But it won't be long before the bourbon starts to kick in. Feel free to find and join her for a drink. Enjoy the spectacle of the tank woman humming to herself as she lounges lazily in her seat. She's got no one to impress. What makes you think you're any different?
19th Feast. | OTA
That also means that it doesn't take Rey very long to see some things that definitely catch her eye...
"Is that... Holy shit, is that fucking dim sum?"
She quickly slides into a seat and starts a collection of various Chinese food. From sweet barbeque bao to pork shumai... There's steamed fried rice wrapped up in lotus leaves, pot stickers, shrimp dumplings, flaky sou pastries, dan tat... The last time Rey had seen any of these things was with her brother at the Phoenix Palace in Chicago. The beautiful sight alone warms her with nostalgia and cravings she never thought would be sated again.
Since there are no Phoenix Palaces here in Hadriel, Rey is absolutely taking every advantage she can, stuffing her face unceremoniously. One might liken her to a hamster with her cheeks puffed, as she helps herself by shoveling more food in her mouth.
So she might not look the most classy and flattering lady at the feast -- you want to talk to her about that? Because those might be fighting words.
Eventually she finds the bourbon, the lager, and the wine. One good thing about her metabolic rate is that she can savor all of these things before she starts getting a little tipsy, let alone drunk. But it won't be long before the bourbon starts to kick in. Feel free to find and join her for a drink. Enjoy the spectacle of the tank woman humming to herself as she lounges lazily in her seat. She's got no one to impress. What makes you think you're any different?