”Food,” is the only word Smokey could muster as he shuffled hunched over into the restaurant. This boy was starving. He knew the flight would be long, and he tried to get his team up early enough to grab something before they left, because he knew they wouldn’t get anything during the trip.
Of course, Smokey’s point of view doesn’t really tell the full story. See, he did indeed want to get up early. Three-hours-before-dawn early, to be precise. See, Smokey’s not the type to pack the night before a trip, he’s the type to pack hours before the trip. It’s the way he grew up. Because his father was constantly working, the few vacations he could afford to go on were dependent on how much work he could force into a day. Most of the time, that meant purchasing a ticket early, then working as hard as he can to make sure there’s no backlog when he comes back, and then frantically packing both his and his son’s baggage as fast as he could and hauling ass to the docks.
So, honestly, the rest of the team can’t really be blamed for not wanting to follow Smokey’s itinerary. At least Serin was smart enough to prepare snacks.
Fortunately, all of that could now be water under the bridge, as the all-you-can-eat restaurant promised to fill his hungry belly. As he sat down at the table, he could barely hold back from salivating as the waiter finally came to take their order. When it was his turn, Smokey just turned the menu towards the poor employee and said, ”All of it.” The ravenous look in his eye was all the waiter needed to see to know the gunslinger was serious.
When the food finally arrived, there were pancakes, waffles, omelets, eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits with gravy, biscuits with ham, pigs-in-blankets, a breakfast burrito…let’s just say the Immovable Object had sat down, and he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He’s currently too busy stuffing his face to take part in the conversation.