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			Sig was surprised to see Irakan so soon on his first day back, they met years ago on this same place and knew that the leopard in front of him had a lion’s hunger inside, for a moment he questioned himself about the quantity there was in his kitchen hoping for the best.<br/>
“Knowing you I’m gonna leave you the whole bottle” Going behind the counter, reaching for a bottle made of this greenish glass that looked old as a relic, opening it and pouring to a glass in front of his feline friend. He noticed the little girl that he could only describe as a literal rose, but years of experience made him know that those types you better leave alone for a few minutes before doing anything. He turned his attention back to the cat eyes that were analysing him and the space around. It was still a bit off putting but Sig knew it was years of hunting and living in the wilds that imprinted that behaviour of “always be vigilant”. Opening the kitchen door and letting some of the delicious aromas fill the tavern.<br/>
“You know you can't hurry perfection Ira, but give me 5 minutes and i will be back, i know you don't mind things a bit undercooked… I’m guessing no veggies? I will leave the potatoes you're gonna like those.
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</blockquote>Iraken relaxed on his bar stool and smiled. The food of almost every other cook smelled and tasted processed compared to what sig cooked up.<br/><br/><blockquote class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--expandable bbCodeBlock--quote js-expandWatch" data-attributes="member: 5743" data-quote="Briker" data-source="post: 190134">
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			Exact five minutes after he comes back with two big fumigating plates with extra portions or pork ribs, mashed potatoes and a single brocoli on top almost as a taunt. Putting right in front of the cat and leaving the fork and knife to the side as an option.<br/>
“Bon Appetit”
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</blockquote><br/>"Ah, thank you Sig!" Iraken further showed appreciation by digging into his food. He wasn't used to using cutlery but he was able to eat with it. By the time he half done with his first plate decided to get started on his drink. The sweet taste of fermented greenberries reminded him of the time he spent in the Northern islands and of Tilea. The adventures she'd drag him on and the trouble she'd get him into. Of little jeasha who turning out to just as much of a hellion as her mother. He couldn't stand being away from his little cub but he had to abide by the rules of those uptight Ald-Eldari.<br/><br/>not wanting to ruin his time at the Black Dahlia with bad memories he focused on his food.