"Ryker! Try this!"
"Mm, thanks!"
"Here, have some of this wine!"
"Don't mind if I do!
"Ryker, here...!"
Ryker sat on the ground outside the Zhao family's house, placed at the seat of honor for a feast that was laid upon a makeshift mat of large, fan-shaped leaves.
The food was spread from one end of the house to the other, the other villagers having heard of the feast planned by the Zhao family and volunteering to contribute, and they also joined in, themselves, surrounding Ryker and offering him the dishes and drinks they had brought forth.
For his part, Ryker accepted everything with gusto. He'd always been a big eater, and though the food here couldn't be compared to the dishes he ate while staying at Meiling's place, it had a comfy sort of taste, and there was a *lot* of it.
{Ohh, I wish I could have some, too...} Bestie lamented as Ryker stuffed his mouth full of food, to which Mini C just scoffed.
