Several hours of waiting in line, he deserved something for his long day of work. Well, less work, more laziness... Annoyance? There was a word for it somewhere. The pirate had already napped for awhile, and now it was time for part B of his daily routine, eat as much as he could afford. Finding his way into the Restaurant with a loud, "Hoy hoy!" That aimed to break the already loud talking of the many patrons. Hunting down a seat as he waited happily for someone to come serve him. The poor waitress that approached his table had no idea what she was going to be in for...
She smiled and asked his order, and the list seemed to keep going. Two plates of pancakes, four steaks, a bowl of chicken tenders, four sandwiches, and a barrel of orange juice. Some people stared at him like he was joking, but the man seemed very serious about this. So serious that he even asked for them to just leave the syrup at his table, as he didn't want them to keep making repeat trips. The maid seemed a bit panicked, laughing akwardly. "Expecting guests, sir?" "Hmmm? Not at all. All of this is for me alone, flower."
His smile didn't stop others from looking at him like he was incredibly insane, but he was easy to shrug it off, and whistle softly. While he couldn't sing, he always enjoyed to whistle one of the sea shanties his father sung to him as a child before he ate, filling the area around his table with a soft melody. Most listening might just hear a whistled song, others who have hit the sea may be reminded of the tune. For Sune, it was just what he felt he had to do before every meal~
She smiled and asked his order, and the list seemed to keep going. Two plates of pancakes, four steaks, a bowl of chicken tenders, four sandwiches, and a barrel of orange juice. Some people stared at him like he was joking, but the man seemed very serious about this. So serious that he even asked for them to just leave the syrup at his table, as he didn't want them to keep making repeat trips. The maid seemed a bit panicked, laughing akwardly. "Expecting guests, sir?" "Hmmm? Not at all. All of this is for me alone, flower."
His smile didn't stop others from looking at him like he was incredibly insane, but he was easy to shrug it off, and whistle softly. While he couldn't sing, he always enjoyed to whistle one of the sea shanties his father sung to him as a child before he ate, filling the area around his table with a soft melody. Most listening might just hear a whistled song, others who have hit the sea may be reminded of the tune. For Sune, it was just what he felt he had to do before every meal~