fine china and cloth napkins

Ophie's determination didn't bother her. She was shoved a bit roughly to the side as her front overtook her, but she couldn't (and wouldn't) fault her for her voracious appetite. She knew very well that her family was all about training and fighting and fitness and all that nonsense, so it made sense to her that when she slipped away from them that she might want to gorge a little. Letting out a little bark of feigned protest, she loped along after her and closer to the stranger. If her very rude question bothered Kaija she made no notice of, letting out an amused snort at her unbridled enthusiasm toward a potential meal. Kaija had a tendency to be abrasive herself, so she couldn't help but feel like she and Ophie were even more similar than she'd initially thought, even if Ophie's spirit was most easily kindled by the sight and smell of a good meal.

Fortunately for them both, the stranger yearling looked quite happy with their arrival, even if it had been abrupt and loud. She seemed more willing to give them a share of her meal than Kaija had expected, and she licked her lips in anticipation. "Yeah, sure!" She agreed happily, watching as Fable turned the planks toward them. "I'm Kaija, and this is Ophie," she gestured toward the bigger girl, sure she was more interested in the food than introductions at the moment. Without hesitating for too much longer she began to tear into the salmon, surprised at how tender it was despite being cooked. There were a bunch of flavors that she couldn't recognize too; it was sweet but savory and smoky at the same time. How quickly she began to devour it was proof alone of just how good it was, before she was even able to formulate a real opinion of the meal.