<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th, 06:05<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Train from Inverness<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>As pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Mood:</span></span></strong>Ballpark-ish (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7GB8IJs6ic)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Heading to Dellban<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Avery<br/><hr/><br/><em>"You should eat that one too."</em>Jack's blue eyes narrowed slightly as his attention lingered on the way she pointed with her little finger. Only to let his attention slip back up to her face.  She was confident and clearly comfortable with herself.  He had just met her and he already felt at ease.  He gave her a bright grin and she didn't need to tell him twice.  He was quick to extract the second vegan pastry out of the box.<br/><br/>Nodding his head slightly as he spoke.  "Vegan, yep."   People who were vegan had all manner of reasons for doing it.  He wasn't the type to get up on a soapbox and condemn people for their food choices.  While he wasn't a fan of the idea of warehouses the size of football fields where chickens were stored in tiny cages it really just came down to the fact that he just couldn't process animal fats.  It had taken way too long for him to figure that out but it was one of the dozens of emergency department visits where an ambitious doctor brought in a nutritionist peer.  She figured out what was wrong in twenty minutes.<br/><br/>He reached out with the pastry held in one hand and extended it towards her in a manner of toast or a pastry-based fist-bump.<br/><br/>"To our next adventure Avery." , he gave her a confident, easy and altogether dangerous smile as he met her eyes.  "I'm glad you're a part of mine."