"NEXT!" came a cry within a certain restaurant, the wooden building housing one of the most popular chefs and service in the village despite it's rather lackluster outer appearance, though that wasn't much to say as it was the first restaurant, the idea of a dine-in was a new idea at the time. It seemed the restaurant was to enjoy a hefty paycheck that day, as a certain individual nestled inside, a female, seemed intent on feeding herself to death.

This, in the very least, was what the owner, head chef and that day, waiter, of the restaurant had believed. After all, if someone were to eat that much food, how could they possibly run away? Oh how very, very wrong...

"My, my, what a stomach you have there... This is your 30th helping. Well, here's your next serving miss, a simple dish of our finest fish, herbs and spices. I hope you'll be pleased with it," smiled the waiter through gritted teeth. Despite the fact that this would most likely be very good business in terms of the bill that the young miss before him would be charged, he was beginning to have to refuse service to others... The restaurant’s food storage was running low.

The scent of foods many and various in abundance saturated the air within the restaurant, wafting out the door and windows that remained open to vent out that which was previously mentioned. The young girl only nodded as she began to gouge on her next bowl of food, a very wide smile written across her face, the food was delicious, perhaps some of the best fish, beef and chicken she had ever had! Never the less, as soon as the dish had been served she had finished it, the seemingly limitless stomach of the female giving the waiter a nervous sweat as she cried once more for the thirty-first time, "Next!"

Though this time it was different for the waiter and restaurant owner, he stood firmly on the ground and placed a hand upon his hip, "Listen, I'm not sure how you put that all away, but it doesn't matter if you can pay up. But before I serve you anything more I need a promise that you'll pay me."

The girl tilted her head as the man in front of her spoke, luminous green orbs staring intently, waiting, a smile still visibly written on her visage. As the message finished the girl's face warped from a smile to something similar to that of a child that had just been separated from its favorite stuffed toy and its mother at the same time. The waiter gave a sigh and resigned to his fate, at least slightly, "Fine, fine, this will be your last dish, then you'll have to pay up and leave. I have other customers to serve you know! This is the first eat-in place of its kind you know."

A glowing smile returned, the waiter sighed again and stepped into the kitchen, orders could audibly be heard being barked from the cooking area as chefs worked furiously as if they were cooking for twenty people. Soon, the dish was served and the girl, much unlike the previous 31 dishes, took her time to eat this one, savoring the food before swallowing it. As the final bit of food, a soup of some sort, trickled down her throat and disappeared to whatever endless void that inhabited her surprisingly slender waist, the girl set the plate down and... Disappeared.

The waiter, of whom had been standing there at that time fell backwards on his rump, the girl had disappeared before his very eyes, even more surprising was a voice in the air, a melodic, charming and almost beautiful voice, "I'll pay you back with interest some time! Thanks for the great food!"

Sariel, as the waiter was known as, could only wipe the sweat from his brow and the tears that fell from his eyes as the voice trailed away, accompanied by a youthful, if not rather cute, giggle. He felt as if his entire livelihood had been stolen, which... considering the massive pile of roughly 107 plates that had freshly been eaten from that littered the table and the wash basin in the kitchen said, it was his livelihood.

Needless to say, the ghost was satisfied and, to Sariel's glee, repaid the restaurant in full, with interest as promised, in the form of two incredibly large carved diamonds accompanied by a bag of pure-gold pebbles of unknown origin.

The ghost, who revealed herself as Amira to those living and undead alike, floated invisibly amongst the bustling crowds of the fishing village, her signature clear and lively smile visible on her face. As time progressed a very strange and inexplicable urge to leave the village was felt both physically, well... as physically as a ghost can get... and mentally, an urge to leave and to go to the center of the world! Oh, maybe there was some food there... or maybe some friends! Or both! Oh... the possibilities.

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