Jacob busied himself with watching Dee devour his meal.  It was actually somewhat fascinating to watch, rather like a train wreck.  The man had long ago deduced that his friend's innards must be composed of some sort of abnormally elastic substance, as he never seemed to quite chew enough or get full until at least five courses had been run through.  Of course, he still never had an ounce of fat on him.  Jacob pouted; if he ate so much as a buttered scone it always went straight to his thighs.  Hence why he ate so very little.  Eddie called him malnourished.  Considering how small he was, perhaps the older man was correct.<br/><br/>Adding to the spectacle was his total intolerance for table manners or silverware.  The other guests had long since vacated the area, either afraid that they'd be covered in leftovers or sucked up by the human vacuum themselves.  Dee, of course, was totally oblivious, his wide eyes trained fully on the food.  It was doubtful that he even tasted it or knew what in the world it was.  Either that or his taste buds were entirely unfathomable for normal human minds to comprehend.<br/><br/>"MMmmfm, Shaffshaff, yooff gosha trehf fffhsh!" Dee exclaimed with a mouthful of what Jacob believed may have once been a roast turkey.  Thankfully the other had gotten quite adept at translating, though that didn't stop him from giving the man a withering glance.<br/><br/>"I'm<em>fine</em>, Dee.  The salad was quite adequate enough, thank you.  Delicious, even.  Besides, it's impossible to keep an appetite with your...habits."<br/><br/>Dee tilted his head to the side and swallowed, forcing enough food down his throat to more than justify Jacob's 'elastic organs' theory.  "What<em>habits?</em>Just because I know how to appreciate a good meal!  The nerve..."<br/><br/>Jacob sighed and rubbed his temples.  "Dee...you do realize this isn't<em>free,</em>correct?  This trip is already grating our pooled expenses as it is, and you're downing gourmet food like penny candy!"<br/><br/>"Pshaw!" he snorted, rolling his eyes and grinning smugly.  He jabbed his fork in Jacob's direction as he spoke.  "C'mon Jayjay, live a little!  We're on vacation for a reason!"<br/><br/>"To piddle away our life savings?" Jacob retorted with a quirked brow.<br/><br/>Eddie sighed and turned back to his plate.  "You're hopeless.  We're at an extravagant island with beautiful women and delicious food, and all you can think about is money and etiquette.  Remind me to throw you at one of the friskier damsels the first chance I get, eh?"<br/><br/>His companion immediately went scarlet, giving the man a dangerous look.  "I swear to god Dee, if you...if you do a-anything of the sort, I'll...throttle you!"<br/><br/>Dee just laughed in reply, thoroughly enjoying the image of Jacob attempting to so much as reach his shoulders.  "Uh huh.  Right.  I'm tellin ya, Jayjay...by the end of this, you're gonna get over yourself.  I guarantee it."