Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170613042234

The caterer thrusts the plate towards Marcus. Only rather than looking like nachos, it resembles a flatbread pizza, and not a bad one, at that.

"Sorry, sir, this is the best I could do, we don't have any chips," she explains.

Ferra looks at Baku's hair. "Not bad. Honest.  Cute!" She says, happily tucking into some veggies with ranch dip. "Teddy bear. Happy color!  Worse?  Green." She then looks up and sees her father. She immediately looks concerned and abandons her food, heading towards him.

"Daddy? You okay?"