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Zacharias Smith (unspeakableness) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Zacharias looked down at his menu, letting his eyes roam over the food choices the track's restaurant had to offer. Quietly, he was glad he hadn't mentioned much else about wings and flying. He felt strange and stupid enough without having spouted out his thoughts on the subject. Apparently he was the only one who'd ever thought about what it'd be like to fly without a broom, to have the type of control birds had to ride wind currents and go where they wanted. "Not really," he said in an offhanded way, shrugging a little. "Did as a kid, but I think lots of kids idly wonder about flying until they get a chance to ride a proper broom."

When the waiter came back, Zacharias ordered bangers and mash, deciding to keep it relatively simple. He didn't know the food at the track's restaurant, and he figured picking something easy, simple, and that, at least in his mind, was hard to mess up entirely.