[center][h2][color=#FF9A26][b]Lilliana Merrycure[/b]
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Watching intently, despite hardly understanding the nature of the contest beyond its basic concept and rules, Lilli hoped that their ally would win. At Bonekid's interjection, she glanced away, [color=#FF9A26][b]“I am not sure myself, but I am curious to see where this goes.”[/b][/color] She turned her eyes back to the situation, frowning as she noted each disgusting dish served by the enemy crewmate. It kept getting worse as disgusting turned to dangerous, and dangerous turned to potentially lethal.

With each successive meal eaten, she found herself more and more perplexed by Runch's lack of reaction. Even hearing Hachirou's explanation, she could hardly believe it. It was incredible, even if implausible. There were so many amazing things in this world!

As Runch's final meal was eaten her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly in a small gasp. [color=#FF9A26][b]“Oh wow,”[/b][/color] she muttered quietly as their ally won. Then, as she realized it was over, a big smile—if a tired one—spread across her face. Though she had not the energy to cheer or clap, she managed a big thumbs up. While Feya tried to bring her into the huddle, her seated and weak position had her ducking out of that little situation. She smiled at her crew, happy for the enthusiasm, even if she couldn't mirror it. Then she looked back to Runch as he began returning and offered her compliments to the chef.

[color=#FF9A26][b]“Very Impressive,”[/b][/color] she said, managing a measure of gusto.