[attr="class","chrds"]As he emerged from under the table, Parfait took a silent note of the blond player's reaction, visibly expressing no signs of amusement, but most definitely immortalizing the event in his head as something to chuckle over later. Completely undeterred by the soon to follow insult, he only grinned mischievously, like an unspoken promise to go along with his tough guy act. "Technically speaking, aren't we all homeless right now? Care to be my roomie?" He asked with an innocent tilt of his head, the lighthearted tone emphasizing the contrasting reality of every player's current predicament.

At least his "all for one, one for all" outlook had gone through to most of the group, and the long-haired troubadour wasted no time in plucking a pickled eye of his own from the stick. While doing so, he had been distracted earlier by the sight of his cat ears, but as he caught a better look at the feminine youth now, realized he was quite the familiar face. "Hmm..." Holding his tongue on the matter though, his glimpse was brief, delivering only a pleasant smile before returning his attention to the discussions at hand.

The first of the eyes was downed by the brunette with a reception that didn't swing towards one particular extreme—a good sign, perhaps, that they at least would not be dying from it, whether out of bliss or poisoning. Seeing its edibility in the clear, the older male would also toss the unusual snack into his mouth, nearly at the same time as blondie, and was met with the same taste and sensation.

There was not much to be read from his placid face as he chewed, hand upon his chin in contemplation until he would suddenly brighten with a revelation: "You know what would make this better? If it were breaded and fried; it'd be like a jalapeño popper~♪" Folding his arms, he nodded almost proudly to himself, despite the fact that no one else would likely see his vision. Truly, another kind of foodie.

Only one remained, but its recipient continued to reject the idea at full force. Confessedly, Parfait didn't care either way if she ate or not, but it was a fun endeavor to listen to the firing shots. "Honey, if we're going to be stuck here for a while, you might as well get comfy with the culture. A festival food stall wouldn't sell inedible shit, that's just bad business." Since the foul-mouthed king was already covering the aggressive egging, the older man was inclined to secretly double team and play the foil with his gentle persuasion, a most reassuring smile on his face.

He was, however, nearly interrupted by a girl screaming bloody murder, lavender eyes drifting in her direction and colored surprised to find he had been looking higher than necessary. Not that he wasn't expecting to see children in a video game, but she appeared unattended, and would of course remind him of his own daughter. The man did have a mind to approach the girl in some possible form of consolation for her outburst, but there was another roaming woman who beat him to it, an assortment of intriguing facets to her appearance. She seemed to whisper to the girl, words he was too far away to hear.

But they would surely find out within the next few moments.