Limits (Deimos)

Cailean laughed as Deimos began defending himself, crossing his arms across his chest. It was amusing, hearing Deimos try to convince him that he had cooking ability. "Awright, awright pup ah believe ye." He said between chuckles. Honestly he didn't really see Rosalind as one to cook herself. He knew she was a vegetarian, though he wasn't sure how much of that involved cooking. He rose an eyebrow. "So, no veggies then? Ye want a eating contest with only meats? Awright, I kin get wit that." He let his chair fall back to the ground. "Ah insist on the watermelon though."

Cailean rose an eyebrow, leaning his chair back on two legs. With his werewolf strength, opening a watermelon wouldn't prove much of a challenge but he didn't comment on that. After checking his phone he let his chair fall back with a thump, standing and looking at Deimos. "Awright pup. Ah gots work ta do. Ah'll see ye this weekend eh? Bring yer appetite." He winked, pulling out a twenty and tossing it on the bar before saluting at Deimos and leaving.

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The weekend came pretty quickly. Cailean pulled on a tight fitting long sleeve black shirt and dark jeans. After slipping on shoes he made his way back to the lounge to meet up with Deimos. The night before he'd made sure everything would be set up for the eating contest and that morning the person working the bar laid everything out for them. Only thing to do now was wait for Deimos to show up so they could start the fun.

Cailean sat at the bar, leaning his seat back some as he waited for Deimos to show up. It was unsurprising the pup was late, even for food. He had a feeling, had they been having a drinking contest Deimos would have been on time. Early, even. The thought caused Cai to chuckle to himself. When Deimos finally did show up, Cailean let his chair fall with a thud, smirking a bit at the look on Deimos' face at the sight of the food. It was mostly meats, a full plate of bacon and sausage (both links and patties), ham, a plate of eggs, a watermelon, cut in half, on either side of the table. There were biscuits, grits (Cai wasn't too keen on those and he couldn't remember if Deimos liked them or not but he'd decided to include them anyway), hashbrowns and several glasses of water as well in slightly smaller portions. Both of them had the same amount of food laid in easily accessible spots.

"Ahh," Cailean shook his head lightly, tsking. "Ahm a bit disappointed yuh did't bring Rosie with ya. Was hopin' she'd join ye. Ah well." He clicked his tongue. "Ah been ready, pup." Cai responded, standing and going over to sit at the table. He grinned, gesturing toward the food. "Like wot ye see? Thought ye might enjoy tha food, and ah didn't include anythin' healthy cept' tha melon. Even saved ye the trouble of openin' it yerself." He folded hands on the table, leaning on them a bit. "So first ta' finish all tha food is the winner, yeah?"

"Awright pup, ye ready?" Cailean rose an eyebrow, cracking his fingers. He signed the word for "begin", going for his bowl of grits first, figuring he'd get that out of the way. He dumped his plate of eggs into it, mixing them before practically inhaling it. He'd heard somewhere that eggs and grits together were a common combination, and though he didn't care for it, it did help the taste a little. Once his egg/grit combination was gone he moved to the watermelon, eating that just as fast.

He'd started on his biscuits when the door opened and a half asleep Rosalind walked in, rubbing her eyes. She was dressed in a t-shirt that he recognized as Deimos', and presumably a pair of shorts and sandals. She looked around, spotting them and pouting at the. She shuffled over to them, sitting at the end of the table that didn't have food on it, reaching over to pluck a strip of bacon from both their plates (she had to keep it fair, right?)

"You guys are gunna make yourselves sick." She said as she munched on a piece of bacon.

Even Cailean had to pause in his eating, swallowing the bite of biscuit and looking at the fairy. From what he knew, Rosalind was a vegetarian. Was she awake enough to know what she was doing? "Er...guid morn rosalin'." He said, scratching his head. "Ah thooght ye didne eat meat?"

Rosalind paused in her chewing herself, blinking at the two, and then at the bacon in her hands. "I don't..." She muttered. "What is this anyway?"

Cailean shook his head, looking at Deimos as if to say, "you can handle that," and finished off his biscuit, moving on to his bacon and sausages.

"I do..." Rosie murmured, not awake enough to bother trying to send the answer telepathically. Cailean looked between the two, a slightly amused smile on his lips. He could only assume Deimos had spoken to her telepathically since she had answered an unspoken question. It wasn't as if Cailean didn't know the two used other means of communication, but it was interesting to witness all the same.

"Weel pup, seein' as neither ay us ur pure tryin' anymair, we main an aw caa it an end." Cailean said, swirling his cup of water around. He glanced at the remaining food; while both had made pretty impressive progress in the short time they'd been eating, Cailean still had slightly less food than Deimos did. "An' it looks loch Ah won."