Logs:It's Green
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| RL Date: 26 January, 2016 |
| Who: Caleb, N'rov, Ninwayzan |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Ninwayzan's sweetrolls are not green. N'rov promises to make a delivery. |
| Where: Kitchen, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 12, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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| Dinner time has come and gone, the living caverns still about half full as some people linger and yet others are coming in for a bit of a late dinner because of duties. Here in the kitchens though it's fairly quiet as most workers have departed for the night, leaving a skeleton crew of people working in here. Ninwayzan and another young man are seated mostly out of the way with a basket of washed and unpeeled tubers before them. Halfhearted are their attempts at peeling as they are chatting too much and not working. "And that's when she said it was green!" laughs out Ninwayzan at the end of some story. And that's when a certain bronzerider saunters into plainer sight, and N'rov inquires, "What was? Tell me it wasn't your nose." Humor's in his easy baritone, and a heritage of Boll; he's left his knot on his jacket somewhere, warmed by a sweater instead. The new voice starts Ninwayzan briefly as he twists slightly to see who is asking. "Oh no, not his nose!" laughs out Caleb which earns a wrinkle of his not green nose from Ninwayzan. "He thinks he's funny!" comments the baker craft apprentice with a 'woe is me' expression. "Of course he does," N'rov says with a hint of a smirk. "Evening, lads. What have we got for snack? That isn't, ah, green." Ninwayzan waves a hand towards a counter near them. A plate of sweetrolls sits upon it. "Something there that's not green but if anyone asks we didn't give it to you!" "Why not?" N'rov asks with interest. "Are they poisoned?" It certainly doesn't slow his heading that way, nor his long-armed reach. Ninwayzan offers a lopsided grin. "I don't think they poisoned any of 'em." he give them a long look. "Just didn't think they'd take too kindly to one or two being taken before they go out to the living caverns. After all you could be depriving someone of importance that particular sweet!" N'rov turns his hand so it's palm up, so his newly acquired sweetroll may catch the light in its glistening baked goodness; "You're right," he says with great sadness. "I had better take a bite out of it, so they wouldn't want it after all. You'll tell me what was green, so I don't perish of the wondering?" Now he bites. Ninwayzan doesn't look too concerned over any potential perishing to be by done by N'rov but he does relent after a moments pause. It's a pause for effect. "The half of a bug found in a red fruit." Now N'rov sprays a few crumbs before he can get his hand over his mouth in time; this time, his is a real smirk. "'Half,'" he approves. "That makes all the difference. The remaining question: was it the half with the eyes." "An important question." Ninwayzan concedes that question. "But alas I don't know." cause evidently he didn't ask the proper follow up questions. "The harpers would be very disappointed in you," N'rov says, mock-sternly but with an echo of how it could have been. "These are important questions, indeed." While he's at it, after another bite, "S'good. How are you taking to Fort?" He adds a quick grin for Caleb; "And how welcome are you making him?" Ninwayzan seems content with knowing how disappointing he could be to harpers. "Good thing I'm a baker then and not part of the harpers. I've enough to remember with recipes." Caleb grins easily enough towards N'rov. "Course I'm helping him settle in. I've not short sheeted his bed yet!" Ninwayzan rolls his eyes before answering. "IT's going good. I'm getting lost less." "The harpers might find your logic convincing, however," N'rov can only suppose. To Caleb, "Good thing. Save that for later." To Ninwayzan again, "If you haven't made your own map, I recommend them. Helped me," with a humorous grimace. But more importantly, of the rolls even as he's already reaching for a cloth to wrap them in, "How about I take a few of these off your hands; I promise I'll get them to someones of importance, even." And get out of the boys' kitchen. Ninwayzan looks amused briefly. "I'll still say I never saw who took 'em!" guiltily recalls the interrupted task of peeling these tubers so as it seems N'rov is departing more of his attention resumes to the task in hand. "Don't eat so many you get sick!" warns Caleb in parting advice. |
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