Lucas watched as Shift moved over to the food stand, probably haggling or negotiating to get the most with what he had. It had become clear to him, who was the detailed one...And who wasn't. He probably wouldn't remember that they needed food until it was too late.<br/>"Ahh...Smart!"<br/><br/>As he made his way into the tavern, the warm aroma of food snaking its way lazily in the air. The owner, John, made his way towards Lucas.<br/>John was a family man, but sure knew how to have a good time. With rosy red cheeks and a wide girth, John was the type of guy that loved to give hugs and help others out when needed.<br/>"Lucus!"<br/>His voice was booming and before he knew it, Lucas was pulled into a back-breaking hug. Air whisked out of his lungs. "I...C-Can't breathe."<br/>"Oops, my bad."<br/>John stepped back with a sheepish look at Lucas held his stomach and leaned over. Taking in large amounts of air. He assumed he would've stopped by now...Or he would've at least gotten used to it...No such luck.<br/><br/>Once he had regained his composure...And his breath...Lucas pulled out a handful of coins. Slamming them down on the table next to him.<br/>"I have a friend, and we're looking for the best breakfast known to man! Give us the best you got!"<br/><br/>That was all John needed to hear before he rushed into the kitchen. Shouting orders at the workers there.