[Wade gives him a knowing smile-- from their previous encounters he'd figured Fenris would choose practically anything over fish.]
Comin' right up, sir. Just give me like... five minutes.
[And with that, he's off to the kitchen. He ends up having to fight for a burner to cook the food-- one of the consequences of a bar that caters to the multitude of Displaced that seem to arrive every month-- but it only takes him five minutes to whip up a nicely arranged plate of tacos. Approaching Fenris's table with no small amount of swagger, he sets the plate down in front of the elf with flourish, taking a seat across the table with another one of his incessant grins.]
There ya go. Bon appetit. Unless you want me to dig in first.
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Comin' right up, sir. Just give me like... five minutes.
[And with that, he's off to the kitchen. He ends up having to fight for a burner to cook the food-- one of the consequences of a bar that caters to the multitude of Displaced that seem to arrive every month-- but it only takes him five minutes to whip up a nicely arranged plate of tacos. Approaching Fenris's table with no small amount of swagger, he sets the plate down in front of the elf with flourish, taking a seat across the table with another one of his incessant grins.]
There ya go. Bon appetit. Unless you want me to dig in first.