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A few days after the incidents at the beach and spending them just rubbing on sunburn-balm and watching the local soap operas (what IS this thing with squids? It is so bizzare...) in their hotel room, the couple is more than ready to explore the city again.

Namely it's culinary exploits. And armed with re-translated brochures, Laini's directions and her food-scanning PDA plug-in for compatibility...

Its time to test out Susie Sells Seafood by the Sea Shore. And really, it's a bit of what you'd expect of a place named as such. Through the driftwood doorway and aging painted sign, reading 'out eat the head cook, get your meals free for a week!' is the main indoor eating area. The walls are built out of a combo of driftwood, shell bits and sand, with use-polished driftwood furniture, and there's a viewing patio of the shore... made out of time-frozen water.

Date: 2008-06-19 05:15 am (UTC)
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"Well, I dunno about the food yet, but the décor is certainly interesting." Bob looks around curiously. "So do we seat ourselves or--?"

The answer comes in the form of a short, stocky woman in a brightly colored sarong trotting up to the two sprites. "Welcome to Susie's!" the woman says brightly. "Will you be dining indoors today or would you like a table on the patio?"

Date: 2008-06-19 05:43 am (UTC)
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"--nothing live, please," says Bob quickly.

After five hours in the Web, he's done with live food.

Date: 2008-06-19 06:11 am (UTC)
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"And for you, sir?"

"The same." Bob nods to the woman as she departs, then turns his attention to the menu. "Hm... hippocamp, grindylow... fur-bearing trout?"

Date: 2008-06-19 06:16 am (UTC)
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"'Smallrus tenders in honey-mustard sauce,'" reads Bob. "Could be good... yikes, this stuff is expensive, though."

Date: 2008-06-19 06:25 am (UTC)
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"Four plates? That's all?"

Date: 2008-06-20 12:36 am (UTC)
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"Well, I hope we find something filling, then..." Bob trails off as he spots a notice at the bottom of the menu--the same notice, in fact, that was posted by the door outside. "Hey, did you see this thing about an eating contest?"

Date: 2008-06-20 01:01 am (UTC)
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He shrugs. "It's worth a shot, isn't it?"

Date: 2008-06-20 01:06 am (UTC)
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As if on cue, Sarong Lady bustles back in with a tray of drinks balanced in one hand. "I have your club sodas here," she says, placing each one on the sprites' table in turn. "The sample tray will be out in a few more minutes."

Bob gives Dot a questioning look: You want to tell her, or should I?

Date: 2008-06-20 02:05 am (UTC)
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"Exactly what it says, ma'am," replies Sarong Lady. "Anyone who can out-eat Susie will have all their meals comped for the next seven days. We've been in business for fifteen years and only two people have managed to win so far!"

Date: 2008-06-20 02:17 am (UTC)
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"Oh, really." Sarong Lady raises an eyebrow. "Both of you? Because the contest is strictly one person at a time."

Date: 2008-06-20 02:24 am (UTC)
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"Oh, you go ahead, honey. You're eating for two already." Bob glances at the server. "Or does that disqualify her?"

"Oh, no, that'll be just fine," says Sarong Lady with an odd little smile. "Are you sure you want the sampler platter first? Wouldn't want to spoil your appetite..."

Date: 2008-06-20 02:46 am (UTC)
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Bob's eyes light up. He quickly starts re-arranging the tidbits, setting aside anything that doesn't register to his keytool senses. That still leaves a good two-thirds of the food to be tested, though.

Date: 2008-06-20 03:16 am (UTC)
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Bob beams. "That good, eh?"

("I'll have what she just ate," remarks a sea turtle seated at the next table over.)

Date: 2008-06-20 03:53 am (UTC)
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"Nice." Bob picks up a cracker with something blue smeared on it. "And this is...?"

"Bunyip paté on a rice cracker," replies another of the otters. "Caught fresh this morning."

Bob nibbles on a corner experimentally, then makes a face. "Too salty."

Date: 2008-06-21 04:47 am (UTC)
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* * *

Numerous food samples later, the saronged waitress returns. "Our chef is ready to begin the competition," she says to Dot. "If you'll come with me..."

Date: 2008-06-21 04:59 am (UTC)
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"Can I switch tables to somewhere closer to my wife?" murmurs Bob to one of the wait-otters.

There's no way in hell he's letting her out of his sight.

Date: 2008-06-22 04:58 am (UTC)
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Oh, trust us, Bob is monitoring Dot and Mairi's vitals and will bring the contest to a close the instant either of them show any signs of distress.

The saronged waitress clears her throat. "Ladies, gentlemen, and otherwise! We have a special treat for you tonight. This young lady--ah--what is your name, ma'am?" she asks the green sprite.

Date: 2008-06-22 05:08 am (UTC)
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"--Dot Matrix has challenged our own chef Susie to an eat-off!"

There's a smattering of applause from the tables.

"Each contestant has been given an identical tray of food," the waitress continues. "Further identical trays will be provided as they are consumed. The competition ends when one contestant concedes or collapses, at which point the remaining food will be weighed. Lightest tray wins. Susie! Are you ready?"

"Bring it."

"Dot Matrix! Are you ready?"

Date: 2008-06-23 04:38 am (UTC)
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Susie isn't even bothering with picking up the food--she just reaches down and takes huge CHOMPs out of the pile on the platter, to the crowd's evident delight.

Date: 2008-06-23 05:17 am (UTC)
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The other diners' enthusiasm increases even further. Several of them start pounding on the tables, and pretty soon the whole room is chanting "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

...all except for Bob, who is torn between boggling at the contest and boggling at everyone else in the room.

Date: 2008-06-23 05:45 am (UTC)
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And so it continues. More and more food is brought out. Wagers are paid off and new ones are made. There seems to be no end to the appetite of either competitor.

Until...

Date: 2008-06-23 06:36 am (UTC)
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Susie gives the green woman a strange look. "How c'n somebody that small eat so much?" she mutters.

Date: 2008-06-23 08:47 pm (UTC)
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Susie grunts and turns back to her plate, but with considerably less enthusiasm than before.

Scarcely five minutes later, she stops, shakes her head, and pushes the plate away from her.

She knows when she's licked.

Date: 2008-06-23 09:16 pm (UTC)
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And that blue guy in the front? Is giving his wife a standing ovation.

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