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Rudorufu (rudorufu) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Of course, his friend was far more sensible than he, and had probably eaten something far more nourishing earlier in the evening. Rudolf finished the last of his plate with a bit more restraint, then tipped the thin, grease-covered paper into a bin next to the booth, which the stall-manager was kind enough to point out to him. He retrieved a paper napkin and cleaned his hands as best he could without a wash basin, then put that too in the bin.

"Yes, let's walk a bit," Rudolf agreed. It was still a bit cold, but no more so than it had been in Vienna when he'd set out. He allowed his friend to lead the way, and looked all around at the various booths they passed. Some looked like they offered more than just food, and he thought he'd like to come back during the daylight and see exactly what they entailed. "This is so strange," he remarked. "Not at all like Vienna, or even Budapest."