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Meet Aeneas, the Hungry Creature [closed]
The Sensorium food was good, but by no means satisfying. If it had been, then Aeneas wouldn't have bothered looking so passionately for the Mess Hall.
This time around, thank Spode, he had a companion who more than likely had a much better sense of direction than the alien did, so perhaps they wouldn't end up walking in circles around the Living Quarters.
But maybe even more powerful than the prospect of real food was the idea that Stacy may or may not have an area for cooking. If she did, that was fabulous. If not, then at least Aeneas would be able to find somebody that he could suggest the premise to. He assumed only good things could come from this escapade—which was ironic, considering how it had started.
Regardless.
Standing just outside the Sleeping Halls in the junction between them and the Sensoriums (the only place that Aeneas was familiar with), he waited patiently—with the human Matt nearby—for Will to show up. She would be guiding them to food.
This was a good thing.
Unfortunately for both of them, it would be an awkward few minutes until she appeared—Aeneas was terrible at starting conversations, especially with sustenance on the mind.
This time around, thank Spode, he had a companion who more than likely had a much better sense of direction than the alien did, so perhaps they wouldn't end up walking in circles around the Living Quarters.
But maybe even more powerful than the prospect of real food was the idea that Stacy may or may not have an area for cooking. If she did, that was fabulous. If not, then at least Aeneas would be able to find somebody that he could suggest the premise to. He assumed only good things could come from this escapade—which was ironic, considering how it had started.
Regardless.
Standing just outside the Sleeping Halls in the junction between them and the Sensoriums (the only place that Aeneas was familiar with), he waited patiently—with the human Matt nearby—for Will to show up. She would be guiding them to food.
This was a good thing.
Unfortunately for both of them, it would be an awkward few minutes until she appeared—Aeneas was terrible at starting conversations, especially with sustenance on the mind.
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"And don't worry, I'll do my part. Just like anyone else would." He grinned assuringly, gave him a thumbs up and slipped on by to head to the food line.
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He followed Matt inside, pondering what he could do in return.
Well, technically he had already offered his part of the bargain—Aeneas agreed to help find Aang for Will’s friend, yes? But that seemed…a little less personal. No, if Matt managed to release Aeneas’s memories, he needed something much more grand. Something spectacular. Aeneas would offer his life if he could (because Matt would have, after all, basically restored his life back to him should he return his memories).
In the meantime, Aeneas would do what he could to show his gratitude. Even just offering was enough to put him in a lighter, hopeful mood.
Even as he got his tray and got a good scoop of what the Mess Hall had to offer.
Aeneas caught up with Matt and saw that his serving was...just about the same as his was. That being, an amorphous dollop of slimy goodness. Yum.
“…I am sure it tastes better than it looks,” Aeneas trilled optimistically, scouting for a seat.
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"Well, food is food. I remember one time I had to eat slugs to survive," said Matt with a head rub.
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Of course, coming from a creature that could eat just about anything, be it poisonous or almost inedible, that might not be saying much. On the plus side, Aeneas might be able to make a piece of scrap metal a touch more appetizing (and possibly be able to raise its nutritional value to make it worth consuming in the first place).
“That sounds like a story I would be interested in hearing,” Aeneas purred after that moment’s contemplation.
He found an empty table and put his tray down. After looking disdainfully at the meaty chairs, Aeneas decided that stretching himself out across three such articles of furniture would be less trouble than asking Stacy to compensate for him.
The creature took an exploratory sniff at his food and politely suctioned up a tiny sample. Chewing for a minute or two, Aeneas determined that he would wait for it to cool off. Perhaps it would taste better when it was allowed to set for a while.
“Would you like to eat first, or should I start explaining?” trilled the alien to his human companion, eyeing his grainy tray (which he strongly suspected was intended to be edible as well).