Juan
*The dwarf took Terrel's words for what they were - a joke. There wasn't any doubt in her mind that she'd be praying for forgiveness from Kejomuj for weeks if someone were to run around committing crimes, as simple as they were, after she had deemed them trustworthy enough to provide her services. It really was a short walk, their little excursion, only taking them across the street and one turn to the left to reach the shade covered little café. It looked to be a little crowded now, though the place being small and in the shade did mean that it was mostly regulars. Regulars like M'ra, who was immediately recognised by one of the serving girls, a smile and a wave being sent her way as the pair entered and she sat herself with her back to the wall at a table, a homegrown plant beside her and the window to her other side.* 

"Oh I can most certainly agree that that sword hasn't seen any day better than today. She looks like she's in a lotta relief now I've given her a makeover." *Giving a playful chuckle, M'ralind turned to the waitress as she arrived.* 

**"Hello miss, you've brought a friend?"**
"No, no, just a customer. It's my lunch break so I thought I might as well."
**"Keep telling yourself that, M'ra, and I'll keep givin' ya that roast beef sandwich like we've always done."**

*Snorting with a slight tinge of embarrassment leaking through to her face, M'ralind scratched her head as she turned to Terrel.* "What're you gonna get? Like Shalah said, the roast beef is great here, and you'll never get tired of it! There's also duck with rice, migas, and the special of the day. Which seems to be pig chunks with... Clams? How'd you get your hands on those again??"
**"We ordered them a month ago since a certain someone kept drunkenly complaining that she hadn't eaten them in years, which absolutely isn't true. That, and a few other customers also wanted to have it again. It'll be the special for a whole week, though."**
"Huh. Well, what'll you be orderin', Terrel?"
Paul
*He'd follow the dwarf the short distance to the tavern, watching as M'ra would be greeted by the other servers working there. Perhaps she came here often, though he could imagine so with it being relatively close to her working place. He'd offer a light wave to them, allowing M'ra to take the lead while he spent some time tying his horse up outside.

Giving Carl a light pat on the snout he'd turn away from him and follow M'ra inside the tavern. As she found a place to sit down at, he'd eventually follow suit in sitting across from her, taking in the tavern for a short while. Listening to M'ra speak about his sword, he would chuckle, more so from her giving his weapon more personality than he would have ever would have. A 'she' nonetheless.*"We'll see how long that'll last for her then."*He'd say back in implication of finding a chance to put the fixed up sword to use. 

As the Waitress would approach, he'd eventually look up, finding himself lightly leaning back in his seat while the two of them spoke with a sense of familiarity, not even noticing M'ra's visible embarrassment from the small jabs the waitress was giving her while he tried to listen to what she was going on about. Ah yes, they spoke a lot about roast beef and other meats of the sorts. If he'd had known any better he'd have temporarily thought he was in a beastkin tribe.

It seemed like M'ra was simply sticking to her usual and with her asking what Terrel would order, he'd think on it a moment before saying:*"Can I get the rice with some potatoes to go with it? No need to add the duck with it, I'll be fine without."*He'd say, avoiding the meat options altogether with little interest in them.*
Juan
*No meat? She found herself raising an eyebrow, but it wasn't for her to judge anyways. The waitress nodded.* **"One sandwich and one dish with rice and potatoes."** *The waitress seemed to have a much more knowing look, shaking her head at M'ra for being so airheaded as to recommend meat to an elf. Sure there might be some who like it, but that just wasn't the case most often. As she went off to the kitchen, M'ra turned her eyes back at Terrel.* 

"They usually prepare most of the ingredients before hand, and some meals are almost finished by the time peeps get here. I dunno how they'll make the duck rice without the duck, though, the flavouring in it is amazing." *Looking to the side, her mouth gaped just slightly as she drooled at the thought of that wonderful and warm smell. Shaking her head and wiping her lips with her sleeve, she smiled as she spoke up again.* "Well, Terrel, if you don't mind me askin', where'd you come from? I've never seen a mask like that, it's really interesting!"
Paul
*Terrel didn't seem bothered by M'ra's look of question, already having gotten used to peoples' confusion about his eating habits. Terrel would give a nod as if confirmation to the waitress before she headed off, at least seemingly more understanding of it. With them gone, he'd eventually glance back to M'ra as she spoke to him.*

"Quite simple, don't put the duck on the rice."*He'd answer as a joke, knowing full well he didn't know anything about kitchen procedures at a tavern.*"Maybe someone can order the duck by itself to fulfill two orders in one."*He'd think aloud. As she'd ask him where he was from.*"The steppes generally. A small town far off from here. Never been much of a city person."*He'd explain casually to her.*"Made a mask like this when I was younger and ended up reusing and fixing it up over the years until it looked like what you see now."
Juan
"Huh... It looks really good for a mask that old. I'm impressed." *M'ralind gave a nod of satisfaction as she looked to the kitchen with a look of longing. After Terrel had mentioned ordering the duck separately, she found herself regretting not just having Terrel order the normal duck rice with potatoes and then nabbing the duck for herself.* "The rice is made with the duck, the flavours mix with each other. But since y'ain't havin' the duck, they'll be working some of their magic to give it some more flavour than just plain rice."

*She leaned back on her chair, similarly to Terrel, looking over at the window. From this shaded little tavern, there wasn't much of a view, just what you'd expect - a rustic little outside path, the light of the blue sky peeking over the buildings on the other side of the street. But it was relaxing to her. Her shoulders began to hang looser as put a palm to her cheek.* "I should visit the steppes someday. There must be a ton of stories to tell about them, right?" *An eyebrow rose at Terrel, her playful tone suggesting he tell her a little bit more.*
Paul
"True."*Terrel would respond, imagining how the rice would taste still having the duck flavor in it before giving a light shake of his head at the thought. It was probably better that they cooked it completely separately.*"You seem to know a lot about how they do things here. I'm guessing you come by often?"*He'd ask. While they were waiting for their food, he'd sit in silence for a while, most of his attention on other people as they'd pass by before shifting his focus to something else, easily distracted by the things going on within the tavern. 

As M'ra began to speak again about visiting the steppes, he'd raise a hidden eyebrow in confusion. Not everyday you find someone wanting to go out there with it being far from most civilization.*"Well if you're the kind that like to hear farmer stories or town gossip I suppose there's always something to listen to when you're wandering around. Most people know each other from where I was from, but I just decided to go off and travel."*He'd explain, oblivious to M'ra's playfulness as he'd eventually fall silent again. It wasn't often he spoke of home, though in being asked he never had much to really say about the rural location. Most interesting happened in the city anyways, not that he really preferred one over the other.*
Juan
*The dwarf pouted a little at the accusation that she'd listen to just anything, though that was definitely true.* "I eat here almost every day when I'm managing the shop, so the staff known me. And I know them, of course!" *As she was about to keep speaking, though, the waitress finally returned, two plates in hand. Despite the simple order of Terrel's, the steaming rice had the smell of some beautifully made seasonings, a savoury smell enveloping the air. In short bursts, the salty scent of M'ra's sandwich pushed through, sauce leaking from its corner as she salivated.*

*Her eyes opened wide like those of a kid and she took the sandwich in her hands, biting down.* "MMMMNN!! Kejomuj bless you, Shalah, you're divine at these!" *Her cheerful squeals continued as she bit down, the white and brown sauce leaking from the corner of her lips. The waitress bowed with a graceful smile, turning back.* **"Always, miss. I hope your friend enjoys his meal too, we made a little improvised masterpiece~"**
Paul
*Terrel chuckled at M'ra as she dug into the food, finding amusement in her obsession to it despite most likely eating it all the time with the context of her coming everyday and eating roast beef. He'd eventually look away from her so that he could enjoy his food without having to watch her completely decimate the sandwich.*"No need to worry M'ra, I don't think the sandwich is going anywhere anytime soon."*He'd say.

Taking in his own food, he had to admit it smelled relatively nice. He usually found himself taking a liking to most tavern cooking over his own, at least those that know how to spice it up just right where Terrel can't seem to get it. He'd grab a spoon, taking in a mouthful of the rice and though he didn't have as big of a reaction as M'ra, he still found himself giving a light smirk. Food done right.*