User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-30014014-20161106182334/@comment-30014014-20161109040054

''The good ol' jester proceeds to sit in his usual seiza position, taking the dropped pen and tablet to inscribe a new segment with culinary artefact to write down. He does this with a ludicrous amount of details, as if he was writing the exact conodrum of how to fabricate and stree-test a very complex piece of magitech. His mind began dwelling on the composure and texture of everything mixed and stirred on hiw bowl, from the solid pieces of his impending meal, to it's more liquid state and gaz-shaped auroma. Everything requimed for his analysis, forthseeing a very long beginning of gathering in his host's homeland.''

''While most would have sighted at the absurd amount of time this would invitably require, he looke forward to it. He sights happily as his Orrian watch counts down the seconds passing by, until his head felt the sensation of twin cushions softly resting over his head'' "Hmm? what the..." He raises his hand, a singular finger out for poking and feels it sliding down what feels like a face. "Attendant, what are you doing?", he asks, his composure somewhat shaken by his assistant's bold maneuver.

Her frame is resting just over the masked fool, staring intently at the door where the Hound and his dear Samia just got in. "I'm dearly sorry, caretaker. I just needed somewhere to rest on while waiting " she responds in her typical monotone voice, seemignly ignorant of her blatant maneuver and further deepening in, apparently comfortable. "Attendant, you're still nesting over me", he insists, hardly concentrating on his list "If you want to rest somewhere, I can craft an illusinary bed for you". He could feel her head shaking slightly "I'm more comfortable like this, caretaker".

(Well, this asks for drastic measures),'' he thinks to himself as his hidden hand glows slightly and fades away. ''