ext_1001662: (Well The Way I See It...)
http://cowardly-hero.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cowardly-hero.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2008-01-29 10:28 pm

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."

[identity profile] warthogrhapsody.livejournal.com 2008-03-27 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
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.