Well, that had been a bust. A search up and down the colonnade that lined either side of the pool had produced nobody and nothing, not even a tray of beef goulash over a can of Sterno. Cooper grumbled inwardly, and not just from frustration. His own stomach was rumbling ominously. Far out of proportion to the length of time he had gone without eating, he thought, and pinched his soul tip. Oh, hell, he wasn't about to come down with some vile gastointestinal thing now, was he? That was just about the last thing Sarah needed at this point, for her companion to go down puking. And possibly take her with him...<br/><br/>Cooper gulped and headed back to the front desk. Time to break down and ask Mel for help with dinner. And possibly a doctor.<br/><br/>"Um," he said as he sauntered up to the desk as casually as he could manage. "Hiya Mel. Nice dress. Very swanky. Say, uh, I was just wondering, can we get some dinner here? Maybe a little tapas?"