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[color=fff200]"Then join my crew Chirashi! Sail the seas with me and you'll be bound to find your Grand Cuisine!"[/color] Roma slammed his palms against the table as he stood up with a wide grin, creating a clatter of dishes. The captain had a wide grin on his face, his eyes shimmered with excitement of the prospect of having this excellent chef and fighter as a member of his crew. It all depended on what the fishman was willing to do in order to achieve his dreams. Roma could only hope that he would see the benefit of joining forces and travel together. He held his hand up for a handshake with the fishman that towered over him. Well, most people towered over him considering that he wasn't the tallest, but he also wasn't the shortest person either, unlike Weston. [color=fff200]"The name is Roma Cesare, captain of the-"[/color]

The mink woman had unashamedly scarfed every vegetable dish on the table. He could respect the woman's veracious appetite, but there was one problem with it: she was stealing food off his plate! [color=fff200]"Oi, keep your furry paws off my damn plate!"[/color] Roma was serious about his food. He did not take kindly to someone taking food from his plate. It was one of his few pet peeves that he had. It was like when a person goes out to eat with a friend and said friend ordered a small salad and the other person ordered a burger and fries. That friend would steal that person's fries when they very well could've ordered their own damn fries! 

Roma sighed and glanced to Weston. Even though the sniper told him he was eighteen, Roma didn't exactly buy it. No eighteen year old could look like he belonged in middle school. It seemed more likely that he really was just a kid. [color=fff200]"So kid, do you want some milk or juice or something?"[/color] Yeah, Weston was probably a little to young to drink.