"May, let me quiz you. Do you know about appetizers?" Heath wanted a change of mood, so he asked May while setting his food truck's Autopilot destination. At last, no more customers were coming in to eat, so he could go to the port to ask about the cargo vessel, then try to settle the matter of that mysterious treasure as soon as possible. Still, the journey would take quite a while. After all, people on Cinnabar Island were on edge, and quite a few were moving away, so Heath figured it would take some time to reach the port.
The crowded streets would slow Heath's food truck down considerably.
"Appetizers? I know about those, Master, but there are so many kinds. Which one do you mean?" May looked at Heath curiously as she asked. She had eaten appetizers before. Her mother sometimes made them when she cooked, and they tasted quite good, with a pretty nice texture overall. The only issue was probably that the portions were rather small, though that was likely part of why they whetted the appetite.
After all, if someone filled up on appetizers, it would be pointless no matter how delicious the later dishes were. Who could keep eating other things with an overstuffed stomach? Surely they couldn't go to the bathroom and stick their fingers down their throat to throw everything up? May had heard that some models chose to induce vomiting after eating to control their weight and such, but when the point was to eat and enjoy good food, doing that wouldn't be very appropriate.
Farfetch'd listened attentively beside them, too. He had also done some research into appetizers. After all, he had carefully read those recipes and some books on cooking in order to learn his craft properly, and he