
Taylor Coleman |

After Thomen finishes his comment, suddenly the door to Jet's room slams open and a large table with several trays of food on it wheels it way out of the room, with the end of the table seen being pushed by Jet dressed in a stereotypical chief outfit. He wheels the table in to the center of room, stopping quiet abruptly. Surprisingly though, none of the trays seem to slide as the table comes to a stop. As the table stops, four chairs springs out from under the table, two on each side. Jet then turns to look at all of the party members.
"So, whos hungry?"

Chipi Cherio |

Chipi thinks for a moment. Well, I don't know, I feel like food would be nice, but would it really be nice? Or am I just tricking myself Into forgetting Zanarkand by stuffing my face full of delicious food and drink? he takes off his pointed brown hat, setting it on the table, After all, If Zanarkand is important than I should probably remember it, SAY! you wouldn't happen to know anything about Zanarkand would you? he asks their generous host

Taylor Coleman |

"Well to first answer your question Orion you first have to ask your self this: What do you want? You see, the trays on the table in front of you are specifically design to make any food the holder of the tray desires. It will only stop making more food when you want it to."
Jet states.
"And to answer your question Chipi, I'll go to my room and see if I can do some research on this Zanarkand, but may I ask why?"

Chipi Cherio |

Chipi perks up, A dream! he tells the human. Nothing else really, you know I have the strangest dreams... Although this one was very different, a dream that was almost real!

Orion Sarilla |

"Bacon, eggs, and pancakes, and plenty of it," Orion stated as he tapped the tray and sat down to eat.
"Yeah, little stabby buddy was all worked up about it before you showed up again."

Chipi Cherio |

Chipi bounces. Yes, the Tonkin are very stabby, although, don't let them do it, the Tonberry are very good with a knife, and know the easiest way to kill someone with just ONE blow, despite being so small. he says, pulling out a butcher knife and holding it up.