The waiter skittered back and forth in a panicked state around the bar and kitchen, gathering drinks and trying to get the food items requested by the scary woman from the scary table of scary individuals. The most difficult part of the task? Finding who knew the strange purple porker and what such a thing might eat! It... it didn't eat people, did it?
His answer came from the most unexpected of sources - or perhaps the best source, considering her apparent myriad connections both inside and outside the Quicksand - Momodi herself. She overheard the waiter pestering the rest of the staff about a baby behemoth while waiting on the order, and waved the nervous fellow over. At first, he thought he might have done something wrong - he really needed this job! - but that concern quickly faded as she clarified her expression.
"Feedin' a baby behemoth?" she asked, a small grin tugging at her lips. "Fortunately, I've had plenty of experience with that thanks to an energetic little lad and his little friend. Anyroad, you let me handle feedin' that while you focus on our two-legged customers, okay?"
The waiter, looking relieved to have some of the load taken off his shoulders, babbled a quick series of thank yous before going back to checking on the meats and vegetables. Momodi watched the boy run off, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
"Another baby behemoth, though?" she murmured. "I would've thought Gran would've been enough around here..."
Across the crowded Quicksand, the aforementioned Gran's ears twitched and he looked up. For a second, he thought he had heard someone say his name. He looked around, snortling curiously.
His answer came from the most unexpected of sources - or perhaps the best source, considering her apparent myriad connections both inside and outside the Quicksand - Momodi herself. She overheard the waiter pestering the rest of the staff about a baby behemoth while waiting on the order, and waved the nervous fellow over. At first, he thought he might have done something wrong - he really needed this job! - but that concern quickly faded as she clarified her expression.
"Feedin' a baby behemoth?" she asked, a small grin tugging at her lips. "Fortunately, I've had plenty of experience with that thanks to an energetic little lad and his little friend. Anyroad, you let me handle feedin' that while you focus on our two-legged customers, okay?"
The waiter, looking relieved to have some of the load taken off his shoulders, babbled a quick series of thank yous before going back to checking on the meats and vegetables. Momodi watched the boy run off, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
"Another baby behemoth, though?" she murmured. "I would've thought Gran would've been enough around here..."
Across the crowded Quicksand, the aforementioned Gran's ears twitched and he looked up. For a second, he thought he had heard someone say his name. He looked around, snortling curiously.
