I fucking told you!
Snapping back to real time, Yue stood up with a distant expression and carried her plate calmly over to Alex. She gently placed it on top of his before turning and striding quietly out the front door. After a few moments of silence, the sound of her being violently sick in the garden drifted back through the door. Yue came back inside with a vacant smile after several minutes and reclaimed her seat. She reached into one of her utility pouches, withdrawing a flat, ovular disk and clicking the slider on the side once. The small counter ticked down from 9 to 8, and a brown, thickly wrapped package with "MRE" printed boldly across it's face popped out into her hand... Southwest Beef and Black Beans.
"Continue..." she instructed distantly, pulling the package open carefully on one side.
Meanwhile...
"Yes, shoo shoo! Rat wins! Rat is... is..." he trailed off, flinching as something struck his muzzle. After a while he sneezed, and then shook himself vigorously from nose to tail. He started pacing back and forth behind the "border" and wringing his hands nervously. "Okays! Okays. Rat is scared," he announced, after he could no longer bear the tension.
"Rat is scared!" he huffed, chasing after the pair suddenly. He skidded to a halt, grasping at Guy McManshape's cloak. "Yes. Rat apologize, Rat is scared but we can go, yes? To your meathouses, first to gather tributes for the dogs, yes?" He looked up at the "Templar" with his soulful, pleading eyes for a long moment before sneezing on the Templar's chest. "Oh no! Oh Gods... Grave Chills I caught," he snuffled for a moment before regaining his composure... somewhat.
"Yes. To the meathouses! We goes!" he announced, bounding ahead of them several steps before stopping in an intersection with a vacant expression for a long minute. He sneezed, shook himself vigorously once again and then ran back up to the Templar, wringing his hands nervously.
"Where is the meathouses?"