<div align="center"><em>Vincent at the Feast Pavilion with Abigale </em></div><hr/><br/><strong>"Zack? Who is that?" </strong><br/>He asked as they got to the food and scoffed when she suggested they wait for the others. Another common courtesy that was alien to him he reached for a plate and made his way through the tables creating a nice selection of his favorites. There was lasagna and there was ribs but there were a few more of his favorites, the thought of waiting did not appeal to him one bit no matter if he seemed crass to a bunch of people he didn't know.<br/><strong>"Hey, if they all want to waste time while there is a feast out here that is there problem..." </strong><br/><br/>With his smorgasbord spread between two plates he looked for a table, looking back for Abigale.<br/><strong>"So what is this about tossing some of my food in the fire?"</strong><br/>Confused with the etiquette of the camp he reached and took the nicest looking thing on his plate, a meaty and glazed half rack of ribs and launched it into the flame before sitting down.<br/><strong>"Ohh and what is your story? You know most of mine now." </strong><br/>The first bite in the remaining rack of ribs nearly had his eyes roll to the back of his head, he had never eaten anything so good in his life. Barbecue stained around his lips, something he wiped off with the back of his hand before he continued eating, glancing back at her once in a while to let her know he was not ignoring her.<br/>