Who

K'vvan, M'noq, Keelie, Ione

What

M'noq and Keelie are getting food for their weyr and run into K'vvan and then Ione.

When

It is afternoon of the nineteenth day of the seventh month of the ninth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Kitchen, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 30 Nov 2016 05:00

 

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"What, are you trying to get her to come by all the time to borrow your shoes or something?"


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Kitchen

Renowned, the culinary prowress of Southern, and suitable her kitchens to the task. A broad and airy sweep of room, it cannot help the sweat-drenching heat — though hearths are cleverly set within the ground itself to maximize efficiency. Big copper pots gleam along long tables, cooks hustling to and fro to prepare the necessary meals. There is never a candlemark the kitchens are left unstaffed: even in the wee hours of the night, bakers can be seen shaping loaves and mixing biscuits. For those who miss meals, a sideboard brims with leftovers that are easily transformed into portable potables, complete with sweet herbal tea and a large wheel of a soft, white, crumbly cheese.


Cheese, fruit, paperwork - those three things totally go together right? Hopefully they do because K'vvan is taking care of them by a table here in the kitchen. He's oh-so-careful about how he eats though, with all writing pausing so that he can keep crumbs and dripping fruit front the floor. Then food gets put down and he picks up the writing. Bite, write, bite, write. Oh-so-careful.

M'noq sneaks into the kitchens with Keelie, here to lift foodstuffs for their rather distant weyr. He has had his wrist smacked with a cooking ladle on more than one occasion, so he waits until the head cook is occupied before he steps in. "Hey, sweet buns are back," he says, snagging one from a tray cooling on a counter (thank goodness for the return of flour), and then he spots someone using this as a work space. "K'vvan. Don't they give you an office these days?" Wingleader and all.

Keelie, with an impish look at M'noq as he snags a sweet bun, heads straight for the tins of cookies, eager for one of the delicious and quite enormous klah-chip ones. She fishes three out and goes to stand near K'vvan's table, munching quietly. Thank goodness for flour, and for sugar. A young apprentice cook comes up to her with a small paper bag for the rest of her cookies and she smiles at him, tucking them inside. "Hello K'vvan," she offers, standing a bit too far away for her crumbs to get near his paperwork.

K'vvan was all prepared to ignore the heck out of the pair who had come in, but then they are… speaking to him? And eating? Slowly he straightens up and stares at the two of them. Quick answer, "No." then to Keelie nods.

M'noq just sighs at K'vvan's quick answer. He should have figured. "You should make them give you one. Working in the kitchens is kind of…." Pathetic? Lame? Dumb? "Weird. All your hidework will smell like weird kitchen smells." He has a supply basket with him, and if no one is looking, he snags a few pieces of fruit and tucks them away.

Keelie is just going to take the small loaf of crusty bread the apprentice brings over to her. Apparently they do this often. Sandwiches, man. Sandwiches. She points over towards the roast herdbeast, and the boy scampers off to get her some of that too, while the head cook is still off busy somewhere else. She'll thoughtfully add a redfruit to M'noq's basket too.

Ione walks in from the Living Caverns.

"It's not like I'm keeping this." K'vvan nods downwards at the hides. So smell is pretty much NOTHING OFF HIS BACK. At lease one of the pieces of fruit is his, and so he glares at M'noq. "You that bad off you have to steal my shit?" Don't steal his fruit. :( They're back near a table in the kitchen, K'vvan with idework, M'noq with fruit.

M'noq smiles at Keelie as she adds food to the basket they're carrying off from the kitchen. K'vvan's remark just makes him arch a brow. "Yeah, maybe. But I didn't see your name on it." Though it might have been taken from the table K'vvan was sitting at, his name wasn't on the table either. Community property, right?

With a steady, confident tread, a familiar redhead makes her way into the kitchens, that pace waning to nothing as she reaches the middle of the room. There's a frown marked by the furrow of her brow and the near-pout of her lips, and her pale eyes search the area as though she has never seen such a place before. She almost looks lost, but she couldn't possibly get lost at Southern after so long — and certainly not anywhere in the caverns, where she spends half her time. And yet, she still looks perplexed by this turn of events, as though she walked through the door expecting a different room. After a moment of this curious staring, she seems to return to herself, shaking off the confusion with a lingering frown. Oh look, familiar faces! Ione makes her way over to the fruit gathering, questioning, "Have you seen-" But then seems to think better of it, pressing a hand to her forehead and rubbing at her temples. "Never mind. What's going on?" What's with the fruit party?

Keelie returns M'noq's smile, keeping herself from rolling her eyes at K'vvan by running a hand through her long hair and glancing around the kitchen. Ione wanders in looking lost and she turns her head to look at her clutchsibling as the other redhead heads over. "Who are you looking for?" She asks, brow furrowing with concern. "Oh. Just getting some supplies. Are you feeling alright?"

K'vvan could probably be more diplomatic, but that's what he's got D'ean for. REaching forward K'vvan rolls up his hides, gives M'noq a middle finger, Keelie ignored (sorry, it's probably the best reaction?) and Ione a nod. And then he's just going to leave his food behind and exit stage left. Congrats M'noq. Costing K'vvan a meal.

M'noq just rolls his eyes at K'vvan's reaction, feeling no guilt at all if he's going to be such an asshole about taking off like that. In fact, it makes him want to follow him around and run him off more often. "Geez, the guy couldn't even clean up his plate?" Some poor kitchenhand will have to come and pick up the food scraps he left just lying there.

Ione arches a brow as K'vvan flips M'noq off. If she had a notebook with her, she'd be scribbling that one down to remember later, but as it is she just mentally files it away under 'things that might be good to mention to someone'. "It's not important," she assures Keelie after nodding a farewell to K'vvan. "I'm fine, really. Supplies for what?" As for K'vvan's plate, the goldrider is fine scooping it up. "I'll take care of that."

Keelie just blinks at K'vvan's dramatic exit, shaking her head slightly. She doesn't know him well, but she remembers that the man loves the 'F' word, for sure - and now she knows he likes to use his finger to spell it too. She parts her lips to reply to M'noq, but Ione is there and she just sighs instead at this whole mess, smiling slightly as the other girl takes the plate, which she was moving towards, perhaps to do the same thing. "Just for our weyr. Food, you know. Now that there's flour." No need in being sneaky about it now.

M'noq is a little surprised to see Ione eating scraps off of other people's unfinished plates, but no accounting for goldriders. "Hey, Ione. It has been forever since I've seen you at a closer distance than halfway across the Bowl." It isn't like they never see each other, but they probably haven't talked in forever. "You doing well?" He gives a slightly embarrassed smile at Keelie's remarks. Maybe she doesn't mind, but he kind of dodges being caught raiding the kitchens.

Ione isn't going to eat it, she's just going to clean it. Probably. It's possible that her earlier confusion is a sign that she's losing her mind, and eating scraps is next. "I don't think I ever congratulated you on your promotion," she admits with a sheepish smile. "It's good to see you. And yes, I'm doing quite well." She steps away for a moment to drop the plate in a sink, and returns to eye their basket of goodies. "Got anything good in there?"

Keelie sends M'noq an apologetic look, noting his embarrassed smile, and moves a bit closer to him. "It is nothing, really," She tells Ione. "They have the klah chip cookies back though, and sticky buns." She'll motion over towards where some are freshly made. It seems they're going a bit overboard since flour has been reintroduced, to keep up with demand. Myziri should be happy with the selection of pies.

M'noq is kind of relieved as it becomes apparent that Ione isn't eating plate-leavings. I mean, they could be sneaking food for her, as well, if she isn't managing regular meals on her own. "Thanks, it feels crazy it has been that long, though." He offers the basket, if she wants to snitch any of his food stolen from K'vvan. "Fruit and sweets. I thought Keelie was getting fixings for sandwiches, though." Did they end up in the basket?

They totes did.

"Honestly, I lose track of time constantly it seems like. Time passes so quickly, and before I know it I haven't seen people for months and months," Ione admits, her words tinged with genuine remorse. There are so many people who just slip out of her life while she's busy working. Remorse, however, can be healed by the promise of cookies and sticky buns. "Look at that," she squeals, delighted. She knew the flour was back, of course — that's kind of her domain — but she didn't realize she could snatch some sweets in the process.

"I know what you guys mean. It feels like ages since I've seen you too, Ione." Keelie says. She smiles when the goldrider squeals with delight. I KNOW RITE. ALL THE SWEETS. And the fruit is so fresh! Basically those pies are going to be amazing. There is a berry one she has her eye on, but will wait until later to be sneaky about and get it for M'noq. His favourite.

M'noq gives Ione a sympathetic smile. "No worries. Stop by our weyr sometime, we're living out in one of those ship weyrs, far out. You've got to catch up with your former weyrmate, right?" He waves a hand in the general (probable) direction of the hill and field where the ship weyrs are set. As to the snacks: "Go ahead, help yourself. We probably take more than we strictly need to." He hasn't noticed the berry pie over on the counter there. Yet.

"Between Tiski's clutch and the firehead epidemic taking out half my retailers, I haven't been out and socializing much since things calmed down. I just needed to breathe." Slim shoulders lift in a shrug, as her lips twist in a disappointed smile. "But I'd love to visit you." Rather than pilfer from their basket of goodies, Ione goes for where those fresh cookies wait. She scoops one up and brings it to her lips, sighing happily. "This is what my day needed." Well, maybe two or three more cookies, but this is a start. "How's weyrmated life?"

Keelie just beams at M'noq's for his idea of Ione visiting, and reaches over to squeeze his hand. To Ione: "Our ship weyr doesn't have teenie tiny tenants," unlike the weyr the girls shared during weyrlinghood, "So it is easier to keep food." She notes. "We have so many plants. And I've been collecting shoes." Not that many. Don't get excited. It's like 4 pairs. "You would love my boots." Although her taste in clothes is fairly simple, there's an elegance to it. Keelie will subtly - or maybe not-so-subtly, try to block the way if M'noq looks towards the pie. "It is good." She answers Ione, smiling, all eyes on her weyrmate.

Is it bad that M'noq is secretly relieved that Ione doesn't raid his basket of snacks? "Yeah, things were crazy for a while, there." Especially with Rylov's kidnapping, and then like everyone was either sick or recovering from a pirate assault." Ravaith and M'noq included. "Things are good, no complaints. Except maybe not enough vacation time?" He grins, listening to Keelie's accounting of their home. Of course she would be overflowing with details. "What, are you trying to get her to come by all the time to borrow your shoes or something?" he teases Keelie.

Shhh, Ione knows the importance of snacks. "I'm afraid vacation time isn't under my purview, unless you want to work in the caverns," she offers, gesturing toward the kitchens. Think of all the snacks! Just forget about Ravaith. She grins at Keelie, although that smile becomes slightly strained at the easy affection between them, but it's easily hidden. "Shoes?" Surprise arches her brows. Somehow, she didn't peg Keelie as the shoe type. "I'd love to see your collection. And your weyr in general, I actually haven't been in one of those ship weyrs yet."

Keelie sobers, perhaps noting Ione's strained smile - or maybe it's just remembering the toils of the past few months that have gone by. "I do not think working in the caverns would be good. But more vacation time would be nice." Perhaps she ought to take a pie for Myziri too? "Shoes." Keelie nods to Ione. She thought she remembered the goldrider having a lovely lot of shoes herself, hence why she mentioned it, but she could be wrong. Maybe she just liked her shoes. "Out feet are not the same size," She teases M'noq back. Silly brownrider. "Oh, good. We should arrange it."

M'noq might be tempted to start working in the lower caverns, if it meant more time off. Maybe Ravaith could work as kitchen staff. He's probably be good at keeping the pots warm. "Definitely. Come by. We'll have dinner together sometime. Bring a friend, if you like." In case it would be awkward, hanging out with a couple. Not that it might not be an entirely different kind of awkward, expecting someone to bring a date. Anyway! "Let us know when you're free. Ravaith can remind Niatskivhiath, if you like." And they probably steal a few more things to fill out their pantry before they slip out.

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