Abrax and I sat at our table. I was rather impatient. My stomach was empty and it was just dying for something to run down my throat.
'So, how do you think the food will taste?' Abrax said, trying to make a conversation during the wait.
At first I wanted to tell him that I was just hungry, but I didn't. 'There has to be some flaw in this restaurant… maybe the food?' I looked around at the other tables, starting to drool at the sight of just a small amount of sauce on a plate being dined upon by a strict-looking Maraquan Kau.
'I don't know about that, Czenko. This place looks better then I have ever dreamed. It's too good to be true. I think the flaw is the price. Why would somebody come here to pay all of that money?' Abrax said.
I looked at a diamond necklace a Maraquan Krawk was wearing. 'These Neopians are rich. They don't care how much money they spend.'
'You have a point," Abrax said back. He began to stare at the kitchen door. I realized I wasn't the only one that was hungry. 'Why don't we play some kind of game while we're waiting,' he said, snapping out of a trance. 'You know, to get us off of the idea of food.'
'A game sounds like fun,' I replied, 'But what?'
For a few seconds there was no reply between the two of us.
'How about Rock, Paper, Scissors?' Abrax suggested.
'That's perfect!' I jumped.
We played three rounds. The first two rounds were both ties, with Abrax finally beating me in the third round with paper.