AsaHi

Miran

TsuYa Tai

Zazo

Zeb Ya

Script

*they walk out the garden, past where Zeb and Tai are eating lunch*

Tai: How many different ways can this place fix the same kind of fish? Stew. Sandwich. Grilled. Sticks. What I wouldn't do for something else sometimes.

Zeb: Guess what I grabbed this morning.*shows Tai a bun* Want one? *snurgs and stuffs two in his mouth* Too bad!

Tai: Dorq.