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“You never know until you try!” Lance crowed, before immediately starting in on the massive meal. “Come on, Keith, I bet I could totally eat more of this than you!”

In his defense, he wasn’t quite so fool-headed enough to attempt this challenge without first asking if they could do it as a team. It’d taken a lot of wheedling–not only of the cantina-owner, but also of all the other Paladins, before he finally got everyone to agree to this.

But hey, whatever it takes for fame, fortune, and free food and a t-shirt, right?

(Apparently, the prize of bragging clothing for eating ridiculous amounts of food was another universal constant.)

For what it was worth, they actually did pretty admirably for seven rather puny aliens attempting a challenge clearly meant for much, much larger patrons. It was about halfway through the significant sandwich that they began losing steam, and Lance, now fairly certain his overstuffed stomach was going to rebel at any moment, was only keeping at it to try and win his bet of being able to eat more than his declared rival.

His only solace was that Keith was looking just as green around the gills as he did.

Vin felt sorry for them. She really did. They certainly didn’t look like they were from this neck of the woods, which already put a spotlight on them. Add to that the increasing laughter around them the greener each of them got, and it was making for quite the spectacle. And damn, she was never a fan of second-hand embarrassment.

“Gedo, tag me in!” she hollered, slapping her palms down on the table and practically jumping out of her chair.

“Sorry Babe, that’s not part of the bet!” the stout cantina owner fired back, raising the set of hands that wasn’t occupied with polishing glasses.  “Rules is rules and them’s losin’ fair and square, y’hear?”

Vin clucked her tongue, her features scrunching stubbornly.  “Ohhh, no. No, man, look. You owe me. There was no way that whiteback I brought you last week weighed that little.  You got how many steaks out of that thing?” She stared Gedo down, a brow arching sharply.  The other alien hesitated, but ultimately shook his head, waving her off with a muttered ‘Whatever, they’re gonna lose anyway’.  With that little tiff out of the way, she turned and sauntered over to the humans’ table, spun one of the chairs about and plunked down on it backward.

*That feeling when you boyfriends are fighting over you in the other room.”

altea: where’s your favorite place to spend time?

“There’s this little shack by an old worn down bicycle warehouse. Got a view over the slopes and plains leading down to the Kohala coast. If you stand on your toes you can spot the ocean. I got a century old motorcycle there. Trying to convert it to be able to run with a hover engine and see if I can use it to go around the island by my own hand. It is really an impossible task. But just being up there, with the doors wide open, tinkering on a project that will never be finished...” Hunk trails off a solemn smile on his lips. “It gives a certain peace of mind.”

❣- What calms your muse down?

Snarky RP Meme

No, he sure didn't know what he was doing. Not from what Vin could observe of the skinny human poised over an enormous, leafy sandwich that looked far too big for him or even the people seated with him to finish. She'd seen her brothers try to pull off similar feats in the past - one time it was a liter of Vrithnian fire slugs. Another time it was the entire side of a grazer they'd trapped earlier in the day. All in the name of... what? Bragging rights? A desperate need to have their stomach pumped?

She sighed, her gaze sliding to the right. On the far wall of the dim cantina, she spied a garish poster. EAT THE WHOLE THING AND IT'S FREE!, emblazoned across a friendly illustration of the very same dish.

Oh. Well. That explained a lot.