Again, this is shaping up to be an evening of compromises. If it doesn't occur to them to sit down, Robin won't tell them to sit down. Getting them to consume food is probably a high achievement all on its own.
The demigod picks up another plate and finally starts serving himself, with the only notable moment being his pleasantly chastising Vincent for eating so many root rounds, and Vincent curtly telling him it ain't his fault he's a slow-ass.
The "root rounds", as they are apparently called, are probably the most interesting part of the meal. They're coated with something sweet and salty, lightly breaded underneath, and then spongy, almost rubbery, on the inside. The dried fish is surprisingly tangy, almost bitter, past the initial flakiness. The soft grain with vegetables is barely worth eating, mostly there to fill up the empty space between other, more interesting, foods.
Robin pulls a tall stool over and hunches over a plate of his own--so he and Phalanx kind of match for a moment, with one standing and the other sitting at about the height of the actual table.
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The demigod picks up another plate and finally starts serving himself, with the only notable moment being his pleasantly chastising Vincent for eating so many root rounds, and Vincent curtly telling him it ain't his fault he's a slow-ass.
The "root rounds", as they are apparently called, are probably the most interesting part of the meal. They're coated with something sweet and salty, lightly breaded underneath, and then spongy, almost rubbery, on the inside. The dried fish is surprisingly tangy, almost bitter, past the initial flakiness. The soft grain with vegetables is barely worth eating, mostly there to fill up the empty space between other, more interesting, foods.
Robin pulls a tall stool over and hunches over a plate of his own--so he and Phalanx kind of match for a moment, with one standing and the other sitting at about the height of the actual table.