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That was all he needed to hear. Drake was backtracking his steps quicker than he had ever fast-walked before. Truly, nothing got a teenager more motivated than food. When he arrived at his destination, he quickly slid into a chair and glared greedily at the table. He hesitated only long enough to grab a fork and knife, reaching forward and gently selecting a large slice of what appeared to be turkey. After depositing his prize on the plate, he poured a small amount of gravy from the nearby boat.

He eagerly took several bites, eating at a semi-fast pace. It was true, his ultimate favorite was turkey. Didn't matter how, when or where it was prepared, he would eat it. Now, after he had gorged on a fair amount of the slice, he looked for something to wash it down. Just above his plate and to the side, he noticed a wine glass filled with a bright red liquid. Not knowing what it was, he reached forward and gently picked it up. A quick sniff told him that the contents were what he had smelled earlier. He took a small sip.

It had to be the absolute best thing he had ever had. He quickly chugged the rest of the glass, a small amount running slowly out of the corner of his mouth and down his chin. After he set the glass down with a satisfied gasp, he wanted more. He looked to either side of him and saw identical goblets. Wasn't long before they too were empty.