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Who: Robin
Broadcast: Audio, accidentally open to the whole fleet.
Action: If applicable!
When: Middle of the day this week.

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[it kind of seems like Robin didn't mean for this message to be public, what with the way his voice suddenly cuts in mid-word and keeps going as if he was already talking to someone. quietly.]

--utes late, since I'm staying with this family... They're nice, but the old lady always accosts me when I try to leave. She's convinced I've never eaten in my life. She's, I don't know, four feet tall? Talks with this weird accent? Her daughter says it's because she's from a northern island, but I think she's just fucking with me--

[and here he is cut off by the sudden cackling of a much older woman. her voice gets louder and she presumably invades his personal space. she does have a weird accident. she might be making it up.]

Bird boy! Are you talking to your friend? Tell them they do not feed you enough! [another hearty cackle.] You're so tall and thin that the wind will pick you right up, whip you around like a kite!

I'm-- [awkward.] I'm probably going to be fine, ma'am...

No, no. You are too skinny! And too pale.

[there's a sudden "ggkk--" from Robin, but nothing else.]

You look like fish belly. Sick child. Go sit in the sun instead of staying inside another day, like real bird!

[Robin may or may not quietly mumble something about that just being "what he looks like" before the message (thankfully) ends. how awkward. still, nothing says you can't leave a message in response...]

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I would like to... If only so you can't pick at me every moment I try.

[he knows he would. he takes an experimental sip of his drink, and--]

Ah-- [he looks a little surprised, but brightens.] It's sweet! The drink, not you.

[in case that wasn't clear.]

[he takes a bite of the fried shapes he'd snagged off the belt, but immediately makes a bit of a face. and he waves off Robin's comment--don't worry, he wouldn't have assumed that for a minute.

he drops the uneaten half of his fried treat back into the bowl.]

...I think they're vegetables.

Really? [he grabs another something that at least has an obvious crustacean tail sticking out of it, and slides it in front of Tek. he reaches over to steal one of those fried vegetables out of the bowl. it disappears in seconds.] Itsh pretty good...

[he... finishes chewing before he tries again.] How do you feel about crustaceans?

[once more they trade, and once more Tek is much happier with his new selection. he doesn't even pick this one apart. he pops the whole thing--inedible tail bit and all--into his mouth.]

Not very filling, but they're still one of the more delicious creatures in this world.

Maybe we could catch you a whale...

[he says it half-jokingly. he'd already thought of offering the dragon some grilled fish if he didn't fill up here--but Tek would quickly eat him out of metaphorical house and home.]

Or a giant crab. I hear there's a lot of big stuff out in that ocean...

There is always big stuff in the oceans.

[and he sounds distinctly displeased about it. it sounds like Opinions. and he zeroes in on a plate of skinny fish fried whole.]

[with all the food Tek's been rejecting, Robin has enough in front of him to stay busy for a while.]

Oh? You sound a little annoyed about that...

Do you know many things that live in the ocean?

[oh, yes, one bite in and these fish are immediately his favorites. they are about to be daintily devoured... as are any others that go gliding past him over the course of their stay.]

I'm not personally acquainted with them...

[omnom... nom...]