paixaorpg | Bon Appétit [Completed]

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Bon Appétit [Completed]

Character(s): Timon, Pumbaa, Vyers, and Sally
Content: After Vyers promise to treat Timon to lunch, the pair enjoy a home cooked meal with the company of their own two guests.
Setting: Porfavore's [I5]
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: none

The large smirk across the meerkats lips never ceased to fade, even after the long journey to the little family owned restaurant. He'd definitely been thinking of something he liked. Wither it was the free meal he was about to receive, or perhaps something more, it would remain mystery. Well, at least for now. As much as he'd of liked to, Timon couldn't spill anything. The possibility of Pumbaa accidentally letting something slip was unfortunately to high.

... Then again, the warthog was his best friend. They'd known each other for years and never kept a secret from one another. Not any secret he knew of, anyway. Then again, that didn't mean Pumbaa couldn't be hiding something from him. -wait, what was he thinking? HE was the one keeping the secret here, not Pumbaa. How could he not tell him his plan? Oh wait, he just explained that, hadn't he?

As Porfavore's came into sight, he pushed the thought away and began to bounce excitedly on his friends head. "There it is!" He said, pointing toward the restaurant. "Finally! I was startin' to think we'd taken another wrong turn. Geez, this map his harder to use than I thought... They outta start puttin' up signs 'round this place."

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To get so much information for a simple lunch... Oh, what a lucky day, indeed! On some level, Vyers couldn't help but wonder if the self-proclaimed moderator had an alternative motive to this meeting (to pry information from him perhaps?). However, he was willing to give the meerkat the benefit of the doubt for now. After all, the information had proven useful, and Timon didn't seem to want anything to do with this "Organization" other than to see them put to justice, an opinion that Vyers gladly echoed.

He hoped that Sally's presence would be enough to stifle, or at the very least reduce any possible questions from Timon, although that wasn't why he'd brought her along. He'd promised to show Sally and Mia around the city, and he intended to keep to that promise, even if Mia had decided to find someone else to show her around now. Besides, he couldn't just up and leave the mademoiselle alone! To do such a thing would be unspeakably rude of him! Especially with how poorly things had gone in the café...

He hoped this luncheon wouldn't go the same way.

Finally arriving at his destination, Vyers looked at the restaurant and back at his map a few times to make certain that this was the right place before he finally spotted the meerkat. "Ah, but it seems we were not the first to arrive!"

Sally had followed Vyers faithfully; it was good to have someone to show her around, and the man was pleasant enough company. Paixao was huge, larger than any place she had been in before (even if she had only been in Halloween Town and some of the surrounding area).

Sally was still worried about Jack; she hadn't heard anything beyond that he was in the city. She would have to see what she could find out soon; Jack might have gotten himself into trouble.

Sally followed Vyers's gaze to the little animal and smiled. She had always been fond of animals. "Hello!"

Pumbaa wasn't sure why they were meeting people here or what exactly was going on, but he did know food was involved. Food was good any time, and he was definitely hungry. So, as always, he was Timon's ride, following his directions to the resturant.

"But Timon, if they did have signs, how would you understand them?" Pumbaa had yet to make heads or tails of the strange scribbles that were supposedly some kind of language, although he'd gathered Timon had been trying.

At least they'd finally made it, and it seemed they didn't have to wait long at all as there was two people coming up to them. Vyers vaguely made the warthog think of the demons Timon had befriended, Sally on the other hoof, was certainly different looking from anyone he'd seen here yet, but that didn't phase the warthog in the least.

"Oh, hi there!" he said, returning the greeting cheerfully.

"Symbols Pumbaa," he replied to his friend. "I'd use symbols. I'd just have to look for familiar ones from the journal map n' match 'em up to the signs. It's that easy."

Remembering all the different sounds symbols... No, letters, they were called letters. Remembering all the different sounds letters made was tough. Timon liked his idea better than trying to actually read the scripture. He would simply match up the symbol patterns from his journal to find out where he was. It was a lot faster than studying the alphabet and trying to sound out the names -which, to be honest, were hard enough to pronounce as it was.

"Right on time." the meerkat greeted the two. He hadn't been expecting Vyers to bring a guest, but he hadn't mentioned Pumbaa either. Not that he felt he needed to, seeing as the warthog had accompanied him much longer than their time in Paixao. Having his friend by his side just felt as natural and obvious as the fur on his back; it was simply expected to be there and left unquestioned. ...not that Timon disapproved of his comrade introducing himself to anyone or anything, of course.

"Yeah know," the little rodent began while looking over the ragdoll. "I think I recognize you from the journals. You're Sally, right? You were lookin' for Jack. Any luck finding him yet?"

Still listening for her response, he turned the rest of his attention back to the demon. His head tilted slightly to the side before he jumped down from his friends head in means of gaining a closer look. He circled Vyers slowly, inspecting him much like one would a horse. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, a soft 'hmm' and 'mmm hmm' could be heard escaping past his lips.

Vyers appeared to have a much better physique than Laharl. He was also taller, stronger looking... To be such a great rival to Laharl one would have to be powerful. Timon expected good things from the demon, even if he was referred to a mid-boss. He had to be strong if he had survived against the little Overlord for long, didn't he? To be standing there with all limbs still attached, to still be in one piece, it said something.

"Not bad, not bad at all..." he said to himself in thought. The demon could prove useful after all.

So it was them! He hadn't expected Timon to be bringing along a friend, but it was only fair for him to do so with Vyers bringing Sally. The fellow seemed amiable enough, rather cheerful anyway.

"A pleasure to meet you both in person," Vyers said to the two, "As you might have read on the journals before, I am Vyers, the Dark Adonis." He took a moment to pose as he mentioned his name. It was important that they remembered it (especially with all the "Mid-Bosses" being tossed around). "And this lovely mademoiselle is--"

Oh, they knew each other already? Well, that made things a bit easier. "You were searching for someone, Mademoiselle?" Vyers asked her, "You should have told moi, I would have been glad to aid you. Do you still require any help?"

It was then that he noticed Timon's circling, and a frown made its way across his face. "Excuse moi?" he asked, coughing a little to try and get the meerkat's attention. It seemed that it had gone unheard, as Timon seemed to still be examining him. Once the "moderator" had made his assessment, one of Vyers' eyebrows shot up. "Excuse moi?" he repeated, extremely confused now. Of course Vyers wasn't bad (though that was an understatement in his humble opinion), but not bad for what? He couldn't help but feel rather uncomfortable right now.

"It's nice to meet you," Sally said to both Timon and his friend; even if she had spoken to Timon on the journals before, it seemed fitting as this was their first meeting in person.

She was going to ask Timon's friend his name, but when the meerkat mentioned Jack, her train of thought shifted immediately. "I haven't found him yet," she said, her tone falling a bit. "I haven't heard from him, either."

She was worried, it was no secret. If there was something here capable of hurting Jack and keeping him somewhere, it would have to be something very dangerous. There was no one better at escaping from situations than Jack, after all. But sometimes he did leap before he looked... Oh dear.

Still, she didn't want to force her problems on her new companions. She would look for Jack on her own. For now, she watched Timon look Vyers over with curiosity; just what was the little animal doing?

Now, Pumbaa knew Timon. Pumbaa knew Timon well. Very well. So well, that he knew Timon was definitely up to something. Now WHAT on the other hoof was anyone's guess. You could never be too sure what the meerkat was scheming, and, as often happened, Pumbaa hadn't even yet heard of whatever great plan was formulating in the meerkat's head.

"Uh... Timon? What are you doing?" Pumbaa questioned, figuring he might as well ask. "Or should I say, what are you plotting?"

Yeah, Pumbaa was kinda worried. It was also well known fact to the warthog that rarely did Timon's plans work out well. Many hair brained plots had been made before, and end... well, let's just say not so well.

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Whatever it was that Vyers thought Timon had been commenting on, it was likely to be incorrect. True, he had been checking the demon out. But definitely not in the most familiar fashion; attraction. He simply wanted to make sure the horse was fit before he bought it, especially with the no return policy. If Vyers were to realize the meerkats intentions were merely to use him as he had Laharl, well... Who knew how he would respond to that? It could easily get ugly.

"I imagined you shorter." the redhead replied simply. "Well... Short n' shrimpy, actually. That's good though. You might be useful after all."

Joining Pumbaa once again, Timon leapt onto the warthogs back with ease. "And I'm not 'plotting' anything." he began before leaning in closer to whisper into his friends ear. "I'm merely formulating a plan to insure our safety in the event of something happening in the near future." Pausing to look back at the demon, his smirk inched further across his lips. "Besides, havin' another demon around might not be such a bad idea."

"SO!" Clapping his paws together, he looked between the two dinner guests. "What are we waitin' out here for? Grubs gettin' cold and I'm starved. Whaddya say we go inside n' eat already, hm?"

Actually, Vyers had no clue what Timon had been doing before, only that he thought that it went far beyond impolite. It certainly did make him uncomfortable, at least. It was obvious that the meerkat had been inspecting him, but for what he didn't know.

His suspicions were only heightened by Pumbaa's comment. Scheming, hm? That had the demon curious, but he kept quiet about it. He would find out for himself in time, but for now he would keep silent on the matter, pretending not to even notice the conversation. Instead he put a confused look on his face, brightening when Timon changed the subject.

"That sounds absolutely splendid! We should not let our gracious hosts-to-be wait any longer," he agreed, walking over to the door. He held the door open for his companions, bowing a little and gesturing for them to enter. "After you."

Sally smiled shyly and moved for the door, nodding her thanks to Vyers for holding the door open. It was something Jack would have done. Jack... She was worried about him.

As for what Timon might have been planning, Sally was curious, but not about to question the meerkat outright. At the moment, wondering where the Pumpkin King had gotten to was weighing heavily in her mind.

Surely if he had noticed her in the city he would have contacted her by now? Unless he didn't have one of the machines? Or it was broken... Or lost?

Oh dear.

So that's what Timon was up to. He was trying to find them protection, since their main protector, Simba, was not to be found. While he hadn't had any issues of anyone trying to eat him yet, the keyword being yet, Pumbaa could understand the need for someone to lend them some help. However, Pumbaa wasn't so sure how Timon was ever going to convince this demon of it.

He could see this backfiring. Baddly.

But, Pumbaa being Pumbaa, as soon as food was mentioned, his worries were forgotten. "Yeah! I'm starved! Let's go!" he agreed, cheerfully before stepping through the open door into the resturant.

"Thaaaaank you!" the redhead said in response to Vyers' kind gesture, holding the vowel as he passed.

His eyes traveled aimlessly around the restaurant as his nose twitched intensively. He could smell a number of things, each new aroma proving to smell more desirable than the last. Timon's tongue began to slowly roll out of his mouth. He could practically taste the food. But just when he could picture a steaming hot plate of Porfavore's signature meal before him, another image stepped forward. Literally.

The restaurants hostess stared blankly at the group for a moment, tightening her grasp of the menu's in her arms. However, her reaction did not last nearly as long as one's normally would in a similar situation. Once snapping out of her surprised state, she smiled and greeted the strangers as she would any customer;

"Hello and welcome to Porfavore's. Table for four?"

Clearing his throat, the meerkat pounced at the opportunity to respond first. "Yep, just the four of us. -oh! By the way, you mind us sitting somewhere a little more private? You know, business reasons. ... Pumbaa, did you remember to wipe your hooves off? 'Cause I know she couldn't possibly of been givin' me that weird look."

"Certainly." she replied, gesturing for the group to follow her as though never catching the meerkats words following his question to her. "Will you be needing a booster seat or highchair, sir?"

Timon didn't quite understand what the blonde was offering him, but he certainly didn't want to be stuck in a chair far to high up for him. He was curious as to why no one else had been asked, but didn't think much of it. "Uh... No, I'll be fine."

Setting four menu's down on a booth table, she shared one last smile with the group before turning and walking away.

My but this lady was taking this surprisingly well. Then again, she likely had seen people of all types walk through these doors. For all Vyers knew, their group could've been an every day occurrence. He couldn't help but wonder what sort of person it would take to really shock the citizens.

Being the gentleman that he was, he waited for the others to sit before taking his own seat, flashing a winning grin in the waitress's direction before turning his attention back to his companions. "So, what is it that you wanted to discuss?" he asked, "After all, casual lunch conversation normally doesn't need privacy, non?"

He briefly wondered whether this was part of Timon's scheme. What was the little meerkat planning, he wondered? What part did Vyers have in it? Oho, it must have been some important task indeed to be contacted in person about it. An important task requiring secrecy, grace, skill, and an incredible amount of charm, no doubt. Aaaaah... He didn't know just how perfect a candidate he had chosen!

Sally hoped the poor waitress didn't think they were too peculiar--it did seem like, aside from those who weren't native to Paixao, everyone looked more or less the same. It must be odd to suddenly have to deal with so many odd-looking people--humans and non-humans.

Sally decided for the moment to remain quiet, take her seat, and simply listen to the conversation. It was enough that she was not wandering the city alone; until she figured out more of what was going on, she wouldn't intrude unnecessarily on the conversation.

Pumbaa gave Timon an odd look, "But Timon, there isn't any dirt even for me to step in, so how could my hoofs be dity?" He didn't get it.

The only reason people were probably looking at them oddly was, well, they weren't humans. Well, unless Pumbaa was being particularly smelly right now. That cooooooould be it, although he didn't see anyone passing out, so it couldn't be that bad.

Deciding to just not worry about it, Pumbaa followed along to the table and hopped up onto the seat, settling on his haunches. Ah, what were those things the waitress had left on the table? Glancing around the resturant, he noticed some people at another table with the menus open and seemed to be looking at them quite intently.

Well, apparently there was something interesting about them! Well, guess there was no harm to have a look himself, he decided. Lifting a hoof, he pulled a menu in front of him and pushed it open. Once open he began to examine it closely, although he couldn't see why it was so interesting, it was was mostly just lines and dots! There were a couple pictures, however, but Pumbaa had no idea what they were. The dishes most certainly were not bugs, that much he could say.

Watching the others finish settling in, the redhead turned to face Vyers questioningly. "What's wrong with a little privacy?" he asked as he slid down from his spot upon his friends head onto his snout. From there he could read over the menu the warthog had pulled closer for inspection.

Or would have read if he could read, for the menu appeared just as confusing to the meerkat as it was to Pumbaa. The little rodent had considered turning the book upside down in hopes that it would improve his understanding, but others around the restaurant seemed to have their menu's sitting in the exact same position and looked as though they understood it perfectly. He frowned slightly at this, deciding to avoid deciphering the illegible language himself.

"No worries, Pumbaa." he muttered to his companion, knowing full well that he likely understood even less than him. "I'm on it."

Giving a shrug, he looked back up at the demon and continued where he had left off in their conversation. "You know how it is in this place; there are eyes n' ears everywhere. Even the journals aren't safe anymore. Not that you'd have much of a problem with that. Or anybody else here. All those nobodies n' heartless runnin' around... Must be the gleam on those menacing muscles, huh? Strikes fear into their hearts... Or whatever they have. Nobody would dare challenge you."

Alright, so maybe he was scheming after all. But after seeing the seeds of an idea nothing short from pure genius, could he anyone blame him? He was only looking out for the safety and wellbeing of he and his friend. Besides, how could the demon refuse such an honor; protecting the future mayor? He should be happy to help someone of such high social status.

Timon bit his lip, wondering how to drop the big question. But once glancing down at Pumbaa's menu again, he remembered a far more urgent question: what were they going to eat?

"Have either of you ever eaten here before?" the meerkat asked, glancing from Sally to Vyers. "I was just wonderin' if there was anythin' you'd suggest."

My, my, quite the flatterer this little meerkat was. He chuckled to himself, drumming the fingers of his right hand against the table. "How true indeed! You have quite the eye, good sir. Although it would only be in the hearts of the wicked, of course. No kind-hearted soul has any need to fear moi." His hand immediately went over his heart for emphasis, "This pure soul would never harm a hair on their head."

"And evildoers shall be spared little mercy at these graceful hands. This rose before you has--ah!--such sharp thorns." It was perhaps a little too much, he'd admit, but he had gotten wrapped up in the moment. It would, at least, leave quite an impression, would it not?

At the next question, Vyers took a good look around the restaurant before shaking his head, "I do not believe so. I would have remembered such a place as this, I think. But I cannot speak for the mademoiselle. Miss Sally, have you ever been here before?"

Something was certainly going on, of that much Sally was sure. She knew a plot when she heard it; Dr. Finklestein always had a few cooking. But she didn't know the situation, so it would be best for her not to comment on it. Maybe it had to do with Jack? She would at least keep her ears open, and if she had to she could always send a hand off to check things out in more detail.

In response to Vyers's question, she shook her head. "I haven't been in the city long," she said. Only a couple of days. She peered over her menu; she had never heard of most of these dishes.

Well, this was going to make things difficult. Pumbaa wasn't sure how he was going to figure out what to eat, so he started examining the pictures, hoping one might look somehow good.

As for the conversation between Timon and Vyers, it mostly just went in one ear and out the other, although he did note it sounded like Timon was laying it on rather thicky. Timon only ever started complimenting people when he wanted something, and of course, Pumbaa had realized he did. And, from the sounds of things, the demon was falling for it.

At least for now he was. How long it would take Vyers to figure out Timon's scheme, Pumbaa couldn't guess, but Timon's plans very rarely turned out well, that the warthog knew.

For now he remained silent, trying to figure out the weird squiggles on the menu.

Vyers easily had fallen for Timon's words by the sounds of it. -actually, it was starting to sound like he was falling for himself, never mind the rodents great scheme. However the meerkat had no intention in pointing that out. Instead, he grinned devilishly and shook a fist at the demon. Already Vyers seemed to be close to where the redhead wanted him. All he required was a little more buttering up and they'd be in business.

"That's right! Why, I hear they tremble at your very name! And why wouldn't they? With the great power you hold, you, The Dark Adonis, even I get goosebumps. Such a strong, intimidating demon as yourself must take down quite the number of evildoers. I bet you leave 'em piled by the hundreds by the end of the day. Well, I'll tell you one thing my friend, with me you'll be able ta show this place exactly how brave, powerful, and heroic you can be. Leave that terrible name -dare I say it- ... 'Mid-Boss' behind you and prove to everyone who ever doubted you just how great you are."

Jumping down from his spot upon Pumbaa's head, the meerkat landed before Vyers and pointed up at him emphatically. His voice remained strong, determined... Something he hoped the demon would catch onto and mirror without much thought. "The question is," he continued "are you ready to prove yourself? Are you ready to show this place what you're really made of? Have you the strength, the valor to stand by your future mayors side in this cities greatest hour of darkness? To protect him from whatever great threats that may approach him? ... Oh, and Pumbaa here too. Are you man enough for the challenge?!"

Vyers leaned forward, hanging on every word. Oh, the meerkat spoke the truth! His strength...! His beauty...! His name! Ah! How wonderful it was!

"Man enough for the challenge?!" he cried. "But of course! Ah... Ah! You have picked quite the candidate for this job! Perfect... Perfect!" He laughed, completely caught in the moment. "I will be this city's light! The lantern that shines its delicate rays upon the beaten path... The sun that shines through the clouds and warms the hearts of the people...! No force of evil will escape my sight!" He followed up his speech with another, louder, more triumphant laugh, not realizing that he was now being stared at by the majority of the customers in the restaurant. Let them stare! He would make them realize that he...! That he...! That he...

That he had been duped. ...Oh dear.

Sally was among those staring, although she was looking between both Vyers and Timon. The meerkat wanted to use Vyers as protection? And clearly the demon had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Gaping up over her menu, she really didn't know what to say.

So she settled for scowling at Timon. It really wasn't right to use someone like that, even if they did do half the job of working themselves up on their own.

Ah, the sweet smell of success. Leaning against a pepper shaker on the table, the meerkats grin stretched further across his lips as he observed his work. The scene in which Vyers had created due to his excitement was more than amusing. And here people doubted him for so many things. HA! He could convince anyone of anything in this city if he wanted to. With his quick wit, smooth talk, and lack of guilt... Yes, cleverness was definitely ample in him. Feeling particularly proud of himself, one could only question who was the real devil seated at the table.

"Great, you're hired!" Timon finally exclaimed, taking a few steps toward the demon. "You start immediately. You'll be required to stay with us at all time, protect us from all possible threats, do the laundry, cook, clean, give the odd back rub, you know? If you do a good job, you might get a little somethin'. But we'll discuss the possibility of payment later. First things first; lunch!"

Turning to return to his spot on his companions head, the rodent suddenly froze, caught by surprise by the disapproving scowl Sally gave him. For a moment, he simply stood there, staring up at her in the manner a small child would when caught performing an act of disobedience by a parent. Like he knew what he'd done was wrong, that he should sincerely apologize for playing such a trick on Vyers. But that all changed once he opened his mouth.

"What?" he asked, looking at the rag doll questioningly. "What'd I do?"

Vyers's mood quickly began to fall as Timon started to rattle off the duties of a bodyguard. Or what the meerkat considered to be a bodyguard. Laundry? Cleaning? Cooking?! He'd... He'd been made into a vassal!

"S-since when was that part of the agreement?!" he stammered out. "I thought I would simply be handling matters involving battle!" The demon was about to tell Timon just what he had done before he realized that Timon was not asking him, but his companion.

Ah, so Miss Sally did not approve of this, either. He had some back up in this. That was good. Hopefully he could get a little bit of leniency out of this deal. The Dark Adonis did not do laundry! Of course, that made things rather difficult after he had lost his castle and was forced to learn how to do it himself. He had lost almost all of his backup outfits that way... But that was neither here nor there.

"Led Vyers on," Sally said, though as soon as Timon began listing off duties it seemed the demon in question caught on to the deception. "You should at least pay him."

Sally wasn't normally one to be so outgoing and demanding, but when it was not about herself but about someone who had been very nice to her, she found it was easier to stand up for them.

Pumbaa's expression was none-too-pleased either at this point. Timon had told him he was trying to get a bodyguard! Now, even Pumbaa knew those weren't things a bodyguard did. Simba sure hadn't done those things. They didn't even really need any of those things. They didn't even yet have somewhere to stay!

This was typical of Timon. In the long time he'd known him, Pumbaa wasn't exactly surprised by this, but he wasn't happy in the least. "Timon..." the warthog spoke up, his tone very much displeased mixed with almost a sense of warning. Timon had gone too far, and, as usual, it'd be Pumbaa who'd have to fix things.

Alright, so he led Vyers on. But his intentions were not all as bad as they seemed; as stated earlier, he was only looking out for the safety and well being of his friend. Well, right after his own, of course. But that wasn't a crime either, now was it? He was the future mayor. The hope of the city. He deserved the best, especially all those extra duties he had included. How else could he concentrate on those important 'mayor like' things? The atmosphere around him had to be perfect.

Folding his arms, he raised a brow at the rag doll questioningly. "So what?" As far as he was concerned he had done nothing wrong. Vyers was simply getting upset over nothing and Pumbaa... His subtle warning came through perfectly clear.

Timon grit his teeth, looking away from the group. This wasn't fair. Why did everyone always gang up on him? Why, even Pumbaa had turned against him! His temper continued to rise, and the list of things he wished to say drastically grew. But he would behave. Even if the warthog was against him, he did, sometimes, know what was best.

"Fine, whatever." he grumbled, climbing back onto Pumbaa's head where he could childishly pout to himself. "We'll talk about this later. Let's just get something to eat already."

This wouldn't do. No, this wouldn't do at all. Vyers was no one's vassal. He'd like to think that he had enough dignity to not allow himself to be that! As such, his pride spurred him on, made him ready to let loose a stream of objections and wishes for vindication and other such things, but Timon's dismissal of the entire situation quieted the Dark Adonis for the moment. It wasn't likely that Timon was going to be listening to whatever he said right then anyway.

That didn't mean Vyers liked it or even had to act as though he liked it. With a huff and a cross of his arms, the demon plopped into his chair, slouching a little and grumbling to himself under his breath. He hid his face with the menu, only pretending to read it. He was too caught up in angry thoughts and he had already decided what he wanted besides.

"You're asking him to help you! He could get himself hurt!" Sally said, though she did look back at her menu for only a moment--she didn't really recognize what was being served but had decided already--and then gave Vyers a small smile.

There wasn't much she could do, but what little she could, she wanted to. He had been very kind, after all.

The warthog just let out a sigh, shaking his head before Timon hopped onto it. It was obvious this was hardly the first time he'd dealt with something like this. The meerkat's antics continuely dragged the warthog into all kinds of things.

Well, hopefully all would get fixed. Pumbaa did appreciate any help they could get when it came to the keeping them from being made dinner or something like that, but this wasn't the way he really wanted to get help.

"That's right!" Pumbaa agreed with Sally. It was very true, especially considering all the trouble Timon was potentially getting himself into. Pumbaa was still a little lost when it came to understanding what was going on, but he did realize Timon was quite possibly getting in over his head with the whole mayor business. He was letting it go to his head too. Timon with any kind of power could be a dangerous thing. Not to say the warthog didn't trust his bestest best friend. Pumbaa would trust his life with the meerkat. Timon just lacked... common sense at times. ...Well, make that most of the time.

"I apologize for the delay." the waiter said, suddenly appearing at the end of the table. "We were backed up in the kitchen. Has everyone decided on their meal for this afternoon? I can take both your drink and lunch orders now."

Carefully flipping the glasses right side up on the table, the blonde haired boy quickly poured water into them, distributing a straw into each glass when he had finished. He waited attentively with his bill book open and pen at the ready.

Timon, still as frustrated as he'd been before the waiter had arrived, casually glanced down at the menu he had observed earlier with Pumbaa. He failed to recognize any of the words printed on the menu, deciding to turn to the few pictures instead. But even they could not help him.

To stubborn, or perhaps embarrassed, to ask for help, the meerkat waited to hear what Vyers and Sally had chosen. He could simply request to have the same as them... If either of their meals actually sounded decent, anyway. He could only hope they did.

Vyers's scowl lifted at Sally's comment in favor of a relatively blank look. He appreciated the fact that she was defending him, but it wasn't exactly the possibility of being harmed that he didn't like. Or maybe she was focusing on the more dire parts of the deal in order to gain leverage of her own? But she didn't seem the type...

In any case, the waiter had arrived and it wouldn't do to keep the young man... er... waiting. "A glass of water for a drink," he stated, sitting up straight and snapping the menu shut. "And I believe I will go with the grilled chicken sandwich, if you would." He handed the menu over to the boy and leaned back, waiting for the others to order.

Oh how the food here made him long for home... But here was not there and there and there was nothing that could be done for it at the moment.

Sally really didn't like being so aggressive, and was quick to calm down when the waiter appeared. Another glance at the menu to confirm her order, and then she smiled up at the man. "I'll have the vegetable soup, please. And water to drink."

She, too, handed over the menu. Perhaps food would calm the mood at the table down.

'A grilled chicken sandwich' he repeated silently, thinking over Vyers' choice as the waiter quickly scribbled it down. It sounded delicious. If not for the chicken, he'd definitely reached a decision. He doubted he could substitute a few Short Winged Blister Beetle's in place of the chicken, as great a thought it was, causing him to bite his lip in frustration. Well, there was still Sally's choice.

Leaning in toward the rag doll, Timon listened carefully for her order: vegetable soup. Alright, he knew what that was. Vegetables, he could eat those. Though he was hardly in the mood for soup. He wanted something cold or gooey. Really gooey -but with a pleasant crunch. Something that would end up stuck between his teeth, still kicking, forcing him to pick it out with his nails. Something that would stick to the roof of his mouth and stain his teeth. Something... That he realized he couldn't order.

The meerkat scowled, quickly reaching down to pick up the menu he had been looking at. Obstructing both Vyers and Sally's view of Pumbaa and himself from behind the menu, he motioned for the waiter to join them. Blonde leaned in curiously, listening carefully to the meerkat whose eyes could be seen shifting schemingly just above the menu. They conversed in soft whispers for a moment with the odd scolding grunt heard whenever the boys voice grew too loud. However, if one listened carefully enough, they could still distinguish the words being shared between the two.

Timon had asked the waiter to read the menu for him, describing what each dish was and what possible substitutes he could make. In the end, he ordered four sandwiches, two muffins, and a large bowl of fruit for himself. Promising to eat whatever Pumbaa did not, though it was highly doubtful the warthog would decline eating anything, he ordered the same for his friend, excluding the bowl of fruit he intended to share.

With all four customers orders placed, the boy smiled and promptly collected the menus. "I'll have your food to you shortly." he said before leaving the table.

[ooc: Sorry for taking so long ^^']

Vyers took the moment to glance outside. There really wasn't anything too interesting out there--at least, nothing he hadn't seen in the city before. People were ambling about from place to place. It seemed almost aimless, though they seemed to get wherever it was they wanted to go well enough. Maybe it was just that blankness in their eyes. How strange it was--so... very... wrong, almost. At least the natives were friendly enough, wrong as they were. As long as they were relatively peaceful and happy, he supposed they could be however they liked.

My, but it was quiet at this table. The gentle buzz of conversation everywhere else was enough to keep it from being too maddening, but the pressure of the silence was still uncomfortable. "So..." he began, looking around boredly, but trailed off after that, unsure of exactly what to say.

((OOC: I guess I might as well stick a tag in here? XD; ))

Pumbaa listened as Timon had the waiter read the menu to them, glad for it as he'd up till that point, had no idea what he was going to order. The warthog however still didn't know what to choose, the long list having already gone in one ear and out the other, but Timon solved that by ordering the same thing as he'd ordered for the warthog.

That worked. Pumbaa wasn't really fussy. He'd eat just about anything put in front of him, truth be told -- well, as long as it wasn't meat of course. He couldn't wait to return to being a insectivore, however, but for now they'd have to adjust their diet.

Food ordered, Pumbaa just continued to sit patiently, unsure what to do now, till the food arrived.

"Soooo....?" he echoed, trailing off too.

Still as grumpy as he had been before placing his order, the meerkats eyes traveled around the restaurant, hoping to find something of interest. And indeed they did, for there were many new and curious looking object around him. But they were nothing compared to the vast number of intriguing smells that reached his nose. Each was so different, so unique. He could only wonder what they tasted like.

His stomach growled angrily, protesting the wait they were required to sit though before being served their meal. It was happy eating anything, even their neighbors lunch -which Timon had already starting setting eyes on. If he was fast enough, he could snatch something from their plate without them even noticing. Maybe more once he got the hang of it.

As a server passed their table, the rodent couldn't help but reach out and try grabbing something from one of the plates she was carrying. "Help yourself?" he asked himself, quietly. "Don't mind if I do!"

However, before he could pick anything off one of the plates, he was reminded of just who he was with. Pumbaa would likely consider it stealing and scold him if he were caught taking it. And Vyers, he wasn't exactly sure what he would think of it, but something told him he would disprove as well. So, instead of taking anything, Timon pretended only to be stretching his arm, loudly yawning to cover up his attempt at stealing.

"So," he added, forgetting by this point that he had ever been mad at the group. "We're gunna have to start lookin' for a safer place to sleep. It ain't like it used ta be out there, and I gotta feelin' it ain't gunna be gettin' any better soon. Not that there was anything wrong with that park we were in last night. It had a lovely view, lovely. I just don't want that Organization gettin' the jump on us."

No, it wouldn't do for the Organization to get to any of them. And Vyers definitely wasn't going to sleep in a park. He thought on the hotels that he had seen around the area and figured one of them would be best. It kept the rain off of their heads and provided a nice, civilized place to rest in. Four walls, a soft bed... Hopefully he could get one of the biggest rooms in the hotel. It wasn't as though it would cost too much. All he needed was to bring in a tree or something along those lines and their stay would be fully paid for.

But that would only do if his new companions were up to the idea. "A hotel or an apartment, perhaps?" he suggested, "It would be much safer than staying out in the open, I would think. And one would be so simple to obtain. You could even pick the location! Money is no issue, after all."

He did hope it wouldn't take too much convincing on his part.

Pumbaa completely missed that Timon had almost snatched food. It was a good thing Timon had thought better of it. The warthog was already slightly annoyed at the meerkat.

Hotel...? Apartment...? Weren't those some of those.. uh... buildings? It took a moment for Pumbaa to recall the right word that he'd heard referring to the human's caves. These things were quite amazing to the warthog, and the idea of staying in one was intriguing to the warthog, not to mention the idea of being able to stay somewhere potentially safer was a good thought too.

"Sure! That would be great!" he spoke up, kinda assuming Timon probably would be all for it too.

Pumbaa was right, Timon found no reason to object to such an idea. He nodded in agreement with his friend. These human caves were safer, warmer, and without doubt, more comfortable to live in. Though, the meerkat had never seen an apartment before, he could only assume it was similar to a hotel room. And there was nothing wrong with one of those.

"Either works." he replied, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "And there's food around all these places, right? It's better if we don't have to do a lot of walkin' to find somethin' to eat. And I don't mean that just to avoid exercise."

"Which do you think'd be better, a hotel or apartment? Human real estate ain't exactly me n' Pumbaa's strong point."

Excellent.

An apartment or a hotel...? That was a good question. "It all depends on how long we will end up staying here. An apartment is more permanent," he explained. "And then, of course, there is location..."

He pulled out his journal, switching to the map function. "Mm... Let's see... Well, it seems an Actua Are and an apartment complex--Iriella?--are about the same distance from here. There is also the Haja O Que Houver. The apartments are closest to a Cafe Ersestat, but the latter hotel contains a restaurant within. There are, of course, others should something else strike your fancy?" He hadn't actually been to some of these places as of yet, so he couldn't say much for what they were like. He hadn't had a reason to before now, after all.

Vyers looked up from the journal at the other two, waiting quietly for their opinion.

Timon definitely had the right idea, although Pumbaa had his own reasons for wanting to avoid any long walks. Already he'd made his way across a lot of the city. He really didn't enjoy walking on the cobblestone. Timon didn't know how tiring it was since he just got a free right. Any place with a food establishment close at hoof would be welcome.

"A restaurant inside? Ooo... That would be very convenient!" Pumbaa said, tossing his own thoughts in, but ultimately Timon would probably have the last say. That's how the outfit usually worked, after all.

"Here you are." the waiter said, appearing just as sudden as he had the first time he had at the end of their table. He rested his tray on his shoulder as he carefully placed down each order, calling them off to ensure everyone received the correct meal. "The grilled chicken sandwich, four organic muffins, a bow of our freshest fruit, and..."

Pausing, the waiter looked over his tray for a moment as though he had made a mistake. There was still plenty of food resting on his tray. "Eight 'Garden O'Plenty' sandwiches, right?"

"That's us!" Timon chimed, eying the sandwiches which appeared even bigger than the meerkat in both length and width. He watched anxiously as the waiter nervously placed them down before him and the friend. He was so hungry, he could have ordered seconds.

"Enjoy your meals." the waited said before walking off to check on his other tables.

Taking his napkin, the redhead began to fold it as he spoke. "Where were we again? -oh! Right, I remember... Well, I remember in the last hotel I was at you could have food sent up to your room. Talk about conveniences, eh? We wouldn't even have to walk to the restaurant." Tying his napkin around his neck, he smirked. "I'm votin' on a hotel."

Vyers paused as he saw the sheer amount of food that the meerkat had ordered for himself and Pumbaa. Were they--could they even eat that much? He ignored the food that had been brought to him for now, only giving a distracted nod to the server before continuing his scrutiny of the map. They were almost finished, after all.

"A hotel it is," Vyers stated, tapping the spot on the map for emphasis. "The Haja O Que Houver, am I correct?" He looked up at the two expectantly.

"That's the one." he replied, not bothering to check his map. He didn't really care at this point. Now that they had at decided on destination, Timon could only find himself focused on his meal. After all, food was a first priority. The hotel was somewhere around them, he knew that much. So finding it couldn't be that hard. Besides, they hotel wouldn't be going anywhere. It could wait.

Pulling one of his monstrous sandwiches toward him, the meerkat smirked. "Now," he began, peeking between the bread at the content inside. "lets eat already. I'm starved!"

About to take a bite of his meal, he suddenly paused. "Oh, and Vyers? Thanks for the grub." He then stuffed his entire sandwich in his mouth.

[ooc: Finally closing this thread. It's been open way to long.]

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