"I guess we can relax here for a bit. I woke up sore, and that's no way to run." Yoshi has already helped himself to the snacks and headed towards another door. "Hold up, I thought we were going to stay here?"
"The sign said 'private relaxation rooms' and the door we came from doesn't match the others." Yoshi juggles the pile of food around and manages to open a door with his tongue. You grab a few things and follow him in.
You step into a small and mellow red room. This circular room has a ring of red pillows lining the bottom edge and rediculously thick shag carpet on the floor. You can only guess about this room's true purpose.
Yoshi is lounged back and picking up cupcakes- with his tongue- and flinging them into his mouth. His hands are busy rubbing his paws.
"Wwwha woown wiw yoww fuuh?"
"Whaa?" asks Yoshi around his outstretched tongue.
You swollow down your bite of sandwich and try again. "I said, what's wrong with your feet?"
"They're just cold. Getting tortured didn't help either."
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