Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-5543592-20141229032704

Mioshe approached the waitor Argonian. "I would like a tomato." It sounded drawn out, like 'toe-may-toe.'

"Uh, none of those.  Aren't they toxic?"

"Oh." That sounded like news to Mioshe. "I'll get that." He pointed to some old Nord's pie.

"Of course, anything else?"

"No.  I sit there." He then went to go take a seat at a table.