Trish hadn't said much after her response to Pachi's greeting, for she was too busy enjoying the unnoticed fish platter and bowl of punch at the far end of the table. By now she'd finished off most of the platter, consisting mostly of fire grilled salmon bites seasoned with what appeared to be oregano, or maybe thyme, or possibly even parsley. She didn't know, but whatever it was set the salmon off like a stick of dynamite. The punch equally amazing with the same green sprinkles mixed in, giving it a good Christmas-ey color and enhancing the fruity sweetness of the beverage.<br/>Greedily Trish scoops up the last of the punch into her cup; strange, she's emptied what was easily a two gallon punch bowl, but still feels intolerably thirsty, just as she still hungers after finishing off the fish and moves on to the rice balls she'd overheard about.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "What is wrong with you Trish?!" </span>her subconscious is screaming,<span style="font-style: italic"> "You are a guest in Pachi's house, stop eating like a pig!" </span>But such thoughts fall upon a seemingly instinct driven beast with one goal; consume more of this intoxicating delicious food.<br/><br/>Trish begins to come to her senses and stops eating long enough to feel her head begin to spin. She stumbles two steps away from the table, realizing her vision is blurred and everything around her seems to start growing bigger.<br/><br/>"Did someone spike the punch?" Trish asks and falls onto her butt, her head still in a fog and everything still getting larger...<br/><br/>((Sorry about the late start, working a double shift))