Stone's Throw

[Charon Tethras]

Charon drifts towards the meat buffet, eyes wide. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Hey," Andreas whispers, reaching out to tug at Charon's sleeve with two fingers. "We have to get a table first, and order drinks and such."

[Diligence]

Dil, meanwhile, is swaying on his feet, mouth wide open and tongue dangling from his mouth so he can better absorb the flavors in the air. Charon, you have to keep him he has meats.

[Charon Tethras]

We have to what? I've only ever eaten in cantinas, where you plate the food, then pay, then find a table. Charon turns towards his brother, following in his wake. 

[Andreas Amell]

Leading them over to an empty table, he detours a little to grab a small box with a cushion attached to the top. When they get to their table, he places the box on the bench, rocking it slightly to ensure it slotted into place correctly. "It's for gnomes, kender and kobolds," he explains. "Most places in Nyra has something like this for the smaller folk." Or children, he adds mentally. 

[Charon Tethras]

"Clever," admits Charon. I wonder if it would be unseemly for me to use one to get a height advantage so I can see further?

[Diligence]

"That is clever," Dil exclaims, bobbing up and down for a moment. He then climbs up onto the bench, then takes a seat on the box, where he bounces in place with delight, hands reaching out and slightly down to the table instead of over and up as normal. "This is great!"

[NPCs]

A young man, a human to look at, roughly their Charon's age makes his way over to the group. "Hey-- uh, welcome to Smoke and Grill, is this everyone?" At Andrea's confirmation, he continues, "excellent. What can I get for you all for drinks? We have water, milk, juice, chava and," he squints at the group, "some mild hard cider for the three of you." He directs that last towards Dil, Charon and Andreas.

[Charon Tethras]

Ooh, milk. Wait. He's probably expecting that, me being a cat and all. "Juice is fine."

[Diligence]

"Milk," Dil pipes up. I'll swap with Charon. 

"Why can't I have the cider stuff?" Joy asks crossly, only interested because she can't have it.

"Sorry, kiddo," the handful of years older server says with a smile. "Anything mind-affecting is pretty strictly regulated, which includes alcohol. We have regular apple cider though, if you're interested."

"Fine," Joy mutters towards the table, arms crossing in protest. 

[Andreas Amell]

"I'd like a glass of milk and a pot of chava shortly afterwards please," Andreas chimes in quickly. 

"Alright, we got two milks, apple cider, a pot of chava and... what kind of juice can I get ya?" the server asks Charon.

[Charon Tethras]

"Apple is fine."

[NPCs]

"And an apple juice. You all going for the buffet?" When Andreas confirms the guess, the server flashes a thumbs-up. "Excellent choice! We've got all our standard in today, plus the specials are hing and pepper dry rub on fire-touched cow beef-- if you don't have any fire resistance or regeneration, you can only take take a single joint from the yellow tray-- a honey and glowberry glaze on duck, and smoked sandworm bacon. That last one is one per customer so you have to ask at the window," he gestures at a small window that opens into the kitchens, "for those."

Dil cocks his head to the side. "But not the beef dish?"

The server grins. "Naw, even the red tray will just make you weep and maybe scream a bit if you can't handle the spiciness. But the sandworm is, uh, well it's really expensive so we only have a bit of it that has to last the whole day."

[Charon Tethras]

Absently, Charon closes his mouth, nostrils still flared wide to drink in the scent. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Well, thank you for the help; I think we're all ready to--" Andreas breaks off with an amused snort as Joy launches off the bench towards the buffet line. Then winces as she nearly plows into someone. "Ah, I'll just go-- thank you!" he calls back as he hastily follows after to try and prevent any charges of assault and battery.