As he sat at the table, Chris dug into his food. He would eat like a semi-gentleman. He started with the eggs and then the sausage. He was around halfway into the sausage and that’s when Beth came in with some clothes in her arms; though she would make a comment about what other things can he do. He smiled just very slightly as if she was flirting with him, but she obviously wasn’t. The next thing he knew, balled-up clothes were coming for his head, but he caught it with his hand. 

By the time he caught the clothes, Beth had sat down and started eating her share of the food, but it was definitely not in the same fashion that Chris had eaten his. She didn’t even bother with any form of utensils She began to scarf it down like a pig. Chris couldn’t help but laugh a bit and be disgusted. Thankfully for him, he had finished his first plate of food so he didn’t lose his appetite then. She would compliment about how the food was good and Chris spoke. [b]“Thank you. I must commend you for having such wonderful supplies.”[/b] He said, returning her compliment with one of his own.

When she kept on eating like some pig, she would ask him how he got the nickname of Fist. Chris chuckled. He knew this was coming, but he had wondered how soon it would take her to ask him. Obviously, only a day and some hot beef in her mouth. [b]“That’s a long story, but I guess I should just give you the short version.”[/b] He said leaning forward slightly, arms bent as they rested on the table and hands neatly placed under his chin to hold his head up. [b]“Throughout my early to late teens, I spent the majority of it participating in underground Mixed Martial Arts fights, and winning every single one of them, mind you.” [/b]He said grabbing a sausage and biting it off, the snap clearly heard. He swallowed it and continued. [b]“Even when I would excel in theft, I’ve always been known to have a tendency to hit people with my fists, and thus the nickname ‘Fists’ came to be. I never fought it, and I like it to be honest.”[/b] He admitted and finished telling Beth the story. 

Chris would finish eating his sausage and spoke. [b]“How about you? What sort of crazy story do you have for the origins of Inks?”[/b] He asked, slightly laughing, but very lowly.