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</div><br/>Magnus stared at Captain Z as they invited him to come eat and drink, the captain was well aware of his situation and his taste and smell receptors weren't working. His hid his exasperation and decided to just mess around, why not? He's got nothing better to do while he waits. He abstained from sitting though, he didn't grow fatigued from standing too long unlike the others. He reached for one of Ariora's sausages and pretended to eat it, squeezing the casing in such a way the contents exploded out slapping Ariora on the face before plopping onto her place. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Is this not how it's done?</span>" He inquires, faking a serious tone as he stood before the crew with confused expression.<br/><br/>The others made known their requests for food and drink, the tabaxi had already thanked the captain and began making small talk inquiring about the status of their room's repairs, and Magnus was left with little to do. Ariora was stuffing her face, so it was untimely to request more parts for improving the ship's inner workings, his job making items for the crew, or working on his own machinations. Grobnak was the lucky one of the crew, forever within the ship's engine keeping it running, able to continue listening to the hum and thrum of the ship.<br/><br/>From this one would think Magnus disliked social events, however that person would be wrong. He just felt coming from his work to meals were pointless as everyone was busy stuffing their face, too busy to socialize with the construct that required neither food nor drink. His time was better served helping others by sorting out the status of their items and working on things for the ship. "Captain, may I ask that my cut of the meal be put towards materials? I'm running short on quicksilver." Magnus asked, making sure the moment of hilarity had passed.