Logs:Bubbly Pies
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| RL Date: 14 May, 2015 |
| Who: L'sha, C'ris, Risca |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: C'ris is helping out in the kitchens, L'sha is having a late dinner. |
| Where: Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 10, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
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| C'ris surely has quite the workload; he spends most of his free time hanging around the weyrling complex to train and learn there, while still balancing drills with Frostbite and the duties of a wingrider. Yet today, on his restday, he has taken a break even from the weyrlings to-- sit peeling tubers? He sits at one of those out of the way tables, a pile of peeled tubers in front of him and a bucket of unpeeled tubers shared between himself and an older woman. She can't be older than 40 turns, surely, sharing features with the young bluerider. They chatter happily together as they work, laughter spilling so easily from the young man if not so from the older woman. L'sha wanders into the kitchens, humming tunelessly under his breath. He looks as though he's just finished drills for the day, his hair is still rumpled and still a bit sweaty. He undoes his multicolored riding jacket and looks around for something to eat. He pauses when he sees C'ris, a full rider, peeling tubers, and heads over toward him. "Evening, C'ris! So, uh, didn't you peel enough tubers when you were a weyrling?" He smirks. There is a slip of a knife at the sound of another voice calling his name, though C'ris manages to miss cutting his own thumb as he glances up to find L'sha. He winces in embarrassment, before flashing a quick grin for the other man. "Oh, uh, no. I mean, yes, but. L'sha, this is my mother, Risca. Mom, this is L'sha, green Rillaeth's," he introduces quickly between them, waving his knife in a gesture to each. Risca, more reserved than her son, only draws an appraising look over the greenrider before offering a, "Pleased to meet you, greenrider." L'sha also grimaces at the near-miss, then looks at the woman as C'ris introduces him. "Oh! Uh, nice to meet you, ma'am." His smile seems slightly forced, but genuine enough. He rummages around the kitchen for a few minutes and fixes himself some dinner, then finds a stool and brings it over to the tuber-peelers to sit and eat. "So, how are you both this evening?" "We're good," assures C'ris to that question, smiling at the greenrider as he settles at their table. "Nice to get away and catch up, and--." "If you didn't volunteer to work with the weyrlings, we wouldn't need to," Risca interrupts of her son, her gaze sliding sideways to him in a look of reproach. Of course, the bluerider ducks his head, apologizing in a mumble, "Sorry. I just wanted-- You know. It's good; the weyrlings, they--. That one liked your muffins; she actually tried to share them back with me." He huffs a laugh at that, before remembering L'sha and offering an apologetic smile to him. "Sorry. Uh. How are you?" L'sha's eyes follow the conversation back and forth between mother and son, then he chuckles at the part about the muffins. "Oh, Rillaeth and I are just fine. So about those weyrlings, how do you like working with them so far?" He spears a large chunk of roast herdbeast on his fork and stuffs it into his mouth, chewing as he listens. "It's good!" is a bright answer, C'ris' ignoring his mother's snort at that as he takes back up his tuber-peeling. "There's a lot I have to learn, obviously. Quinlys makes it seem so easy, but it really isn't. But they can use a person, you know, that's not above them in rank and just around to listen, I think?" He shrugs a shoulder up at that, though, as if he's not really sure. Risca interjects, "You could do that without wasting your time with them. You could be putting that extra time into your wing, and impressing your wingleader." L'sha swallows the herdbeast he had been chewing and smiles cheerily at C'ris. "That's good!" He glances at Risca. "Well, I think I'd be impressed if I was his wingleader. He's showing initiative, willingness to learn and improve. But, you know, I'm not. His wingleader." He smiles politely at Risca, then takes a sip of water. "Or a wingleader at all, no doubt," is Risca's simple response, as her son winces for her. C'ris follows it up with an apologetic, half-smile, offering L'sha, "Thank you. Don't, uh--." He can't quite bring himself to say 'don't mind her' in front of his mother, but his warm eyes slide between them both before settling on the greenrider. "So, you missed dinner?" L'sha shakes his head 'no' in agreement with Risca that he's not a wingleader, far from it. Swallowing, he beams at the bluerider. "You're very welcome! Yeah, drills ran long tonight, so I'm starving!" To prove the point, he tucks into the huge pile of mashed tubers on his plate. "I think there's a bubbly pie or two hidden in the back stove, keeping it warm, over there," C'ris tells L'sha so very specifically, tipping his chin towards where they're hidden. He hid them, specifically, but he doesn't seem all that upset to be giving them up for the greenrider. Indeed, he smiles again at the greenrider. L'sha's eyes go wide at the mention of bubblypies and he suddenly looks as if he's about to leap across the table and hug the bluerider. He regains his composure and clears his throat, glancing at Risca quickly. "Well, that's very nice of you, C'ris. Those are my favorite, you know." He grins and cleans his plate, then stands and takes his plate, knife and fork to one of the sinks. That done, he disappears further back in the kitchen for a moment, returning shortly with two bubblypies on plates and some more forks. He sets the plates down on the table and offers his bubbly to Risca. "Would you like some, ma'am?" "I have had enough sweets," Risca replies to that, shaking her head dismissively before she focuses on her tubers with a slight frown. "You can probably use some meat on your bones, anyways," C'ris offers brightly like an old auntie, humor warm in his teasing to the greenrider. "You should go ahead and eat them both, if they're your favorite. Or save one for later or your weyrmate or whoever." L'sha's mouth twists a bit at C'ris's comment, but then he giggles. "Nah, never could keep much weight on. Especially now that I work so hard. I'll have this one, but you can have the other one. Thank you so much!" He cuts off a piece with his fork and blows on it a bit to cool it down, then pops it in his mouth. His eyes roll back in ecstasy. "Mmmm, so good!" "You're just not trying hard enough," offers C'ris, but the shake of his head is much like his mother's to L'sha's offer to have it. "I gotta run soon, anyways. Wanted to bring some klah over to whichever assistant weyrlingmaster's on duty tonight." Risca makes a tsk'ing sound, quiet, but she doesn't interject. The bluerider gestures with his half-finished tuber as a time, before he starts peeling it with his knife again. L'sha chuckles. "No, and I don't want to. I like being skinny. 'Course, I used to be much skinnier before I Impressed. I must've put on twenty pounds of muscle during training." He polishes off the bubbly with a happy sigh and stands, stretching. He pats his stomach. "I think I put on a few more pounds just after that meal!" He nods at C'ris and smirks at Risca. "That sounds like a plan. I'll see you around, C'ris!" Almost as an afterthought, he adds, "Oh, and I was thinking of going to the Snowasis later if you'd like to get a drink." He hopes that sounded casual. "Sure! I mean, if I can tonight. I don't know if there'll be something they need me to do, tonight, but if I can, I will," C'ris agrees easily, his smile spreading brightly on his lips as he finishes peeling the last of the tuber and throws it into his pile. He leans over to press a kiss against his mother's forehead, murmuring to her, "Love you. See you tomorrow, and-- Take care, ok?" "Of course. I love you too," Risca answers to the bluerider, as he stands as well. L'sha grins. "Great! I'll see you there, or if not, have a good night! And goodnight to you, Risca." He turns and heads out toward the bowl. |
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Edyis (14:28, 18 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
Aww.
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