By the time we reach the café, or should I say cafeteria (because it's so huge), I have calmed down enough to hold a civil conversation with the psychopathic angel who wanted to kill me in the gym.
His name is Eld Jinn and he is a member of the special recon force that Levi heads up. His speciality is seeking out weaknesses in enemy combat and striking at those weaknesses. He also complimented my use of our environment against him and said that I could have taken his head clean from his shoulders. Which is not a comforting thought.
We all sit together at a large, empty table and they start discussing what they want to eat. I feel like a fish out of water. They talk about things that I have never heard of. Petra is amazing though, because she senses my discomfort and explains what the various dishes in tale. Some of it sounds very good, and some things make me feel a little queasy.
"Relax, this isn't the patent office. We won't poison you," Gunther teases. "We will order a little bit of everything so that you can try it and see what you like,"
I sigh, and then nod to accept his offer. He and Eld get up to place our order and my stomach belts out the song of a mating humpback whale. I guess I've already worked through the pizza I had for supper- breakfast- brupper- supfast? Why am I sitting here, inventing new words? I hang my head in exasperation, I must be tired.
Petra goes off on a tangent, explaining the kinds of foods that make up an angel's diet. And there is a lot of food. According to the brunette, their body needs more energy to function properly and using their wings drains energy very quickly. She says that some angels have up to eight meals a day. I stare at her in shock, wouldn't you? I mean, eight full portions of pasta or bread or vegetables a day. How are these angels even able to move, let alone get off the ground?
Eventually Eld and Gunther return with trays of food, my eyes bulge slightly at the amount of plates packed hazardously atop each other. I feel like I'm in some sort of cartoon, where my eyes pop out from my skull and Shaggy and Scooby are gulping down those ridiculous sized sandwiches.
Everything looks good and smells fantastic, to the point where I am actually a little overwhelmed by the intermingled scents. Chicken noodle salads and ham sandwiches and a brightly coloured soup with small pies on the side. Everything looked fresh and warm (or cold?) with steam twisting into the air.
I was just about to tuck into a mouth-watering quiche when something warm and sticky slammed into the left side of my face. It took a moment for me to realise that it was some sort sweet of pie, it took me another moment to realise that it was actually still piping hot and yet another second to yank it from my face before it burned my face off. Someone gives a yelp as I toss the offending food away from me, and that is when I felt a burning sensation in my eyes.
I cry out and quickly stand up, backing away from the table and wiping the burning liquid from my eyes. What I don't realise is that there is someone standing behind me, facing the opposite direction and holding a slice of cake. I bumped into that angel and their cake is jammed into another angel's face. Gunther, who had caught the rest of my pie in his face, grabs the chicken salad and tosses it at me.
But I ducked. The woman behind me though, didn't.
And so began an all-out food fight.
Che, what a waste. Why does this keep happening to me?
Anyway, as fun as the next scene was to write, I can't post it until I've finished the chapter I'm busy with right now. If you guys don't hear from me in about a week, it's because I died of writers block. #ImAnAwfulAutherAndImSorry #WritersBlock #ButLeviWithWings #IKnow #INeedPoofInMyLife