It is with great gusto that Sadaiya avails herself to a bowl of rich stew. There's a small dish of some kind of cheese sauce, some butter, and some beautifully steaming crusty bread of some sort. Even if one couldn't see her expression of sheer delight, it'd be a senseless person indeed if they couldn't pick up on the blissful vibes that flow from the Senior as she, with dainty little bites, picks her way through her sensual repast.

This is the sort of meal Volion can get behind - hot, hearty, and late. Volion has been outside nearly all day, long enough for the cold to feel like it's settled in his bones, and a big bowl of stew just before a soak in the baths is sounding like paradise right about now. First to be accomplished, however, is finding a seat. There are several rolled hides and a couple of notebooks stuffed under the big Smith's arm, a few of which look rather precariously secured. Just as he nears a table to set them down on, those few decide to jump ship just before shore and tumble out of his grasp, rolling across the floor. Some muttered basso cursing precedes a hasty deposit of what he's managed to hang onto before he quick-steps after the escapees - both of which are rolling right for Sadaiya's feet. Hopefully he'll actually notice she's there in the next few moments.

The small *bump* against her slipper brings Sadaiya out of her culinary reverie. Her spoon is held fast in her mouth, but she emits a quiet 'hm?' around its bowl and then swivels in her chair in order to bend and retrieve the itinerant hide. There's a moment where she shuffles briefly back to sitting upright, then, wordlessly (and still spoonmouthed), she offers the thing to Volion with a twinkle in her eye and a smirk dancing at the corners of her mouth.

Volion has already stooped down when Sadaiya reaches down, plucking up the first hide before he can reach for it. He catches the second one instead, stands, and straightens his shirt, blinking between the offered hide and the owner of the hand extending it for a second even as he reaches to retrieve it. "Thanks," he tells her with an affably quirked smile. Then he notices her knot, and dark brows hike a little as he clears his throat. "Er, Weyrwoman. Thank you." Gotta be more proper now, right? "Sorry for gettin' in the middle of your dinner there."

"Mmrf," Sadaiya replies, waving a hand dismissively before she pops her now denuded spoon out of her mouth. "Not a problem. The food is super good at this hour because no one else is around. Don't tell though!" The spoon now gets brandished at the hide-carrier. "We don't want to ruin our secret. Whatcha got there, anyway? It better not be fliers inviting people to hang out here after hours?" She makes a great show of craning her neck and peering.

Volion sketches a buttoning motion over his lips, his smirk deepening as he gives the Senior a nod. At her impressive display of trying to see what he's got, he glances down briefly, then holds once of the rolled hides slightly up, waggling it between his fingers. "Just work. Well, not 'just'; it's somethin' I was hopin' to show you at some point. Been wantin' to talk to you. Senior Journeyman Volion. Smithcraft." He gives a half bow, then raises a burly arm to rub at the back of his clean-shaven head a bit self-consciously. "Not now, though. Don't wanna interrupt your meal with somethin' like this." Surely other people wouldn't appreciate it. This is just everyday dinner reading for him.

Sadaiya tips her head genially, then gently pushes away her plates with their tattered remains of a meal. "It's alright! I can finish later. Business first and all that." Plus it may have been her second bowl. Shhh. "Besides, Smiths are always good to have approach me because their concerns are almost universally awesome." She nods, firmly, her hair bouncing merrily around her sunny-smiled face. "What do you have for me, Senior Journeyman Volion?"

Volion hadn't been expecting such a welcoming reaction to his work in this particular setting, and Sadaiya's reaction elicits a good-natured chuckle as his arm drops. "Or during, if you don't mind eatin' and talkin’," he suggests, then thumbs toward the food. "I've gotta get some of that myself so I can keep thinkin' straight, if y'don't mind." One shoulder shrugs, a foot shifting back. "I think I can remember not to talk with my mouth full."

"Works for me," sing-songs the Senior, scooting her stew slightly closer. "Oh, like, it's after hours so my filter is, like, completely gone but I have got to say: that is a VOICE on you. Did you cultivate that or what because, I mean, don't get me wrong here, it's amaaaazing. I could just listen to you for hours so, please, it is my pleasure to be told about your project or whatnot." With a sweep of her hand she indicates another of the chairs at the ranking table. "C'mon, no one'll kick you out or nothin'. Best part of being me is the dibs on primo table spots."

And they say goldriders are insufferable. (They being various Craftmasters Volion's had to listen to over the Turns, of course.) So far, he likes the ones he's met here! Sadaiya's complimenting of his voice has Volion favoring her with a low laugh, smile broadening to a grin as he leans over to retrieve a notebook from the table bearing most of his junk. "Just kinda worked out that way," he says, increasing his volume as the distance between them increases while he helps himself to the sideboard. "Oughta thank my dad, I guess. It's gotten me places. Professionally and otherwise." A bowl quickly filled and a hunk of bread grabbed, he's soon back in his seat beside the Weyrwoman, scooping a quick bite of stew into his mouth before flipping open his notes. He flicks through until he comes to one dominated by a sketch detailing a familiar Weyr landmark surrounded by scribbled comments. "So," he says once he's swallowed, "the abandoned caverns. Been like that since the Oldtime, aye? Any record of what used to be down there?"

Sadaiya shakes her head, reaching over to casually steal a pinch of bread from… her own plate? Guess it must taste better to pretend it's stolen? "Mmn. It used to be some fairly excellent private quarters. There was, um, a sort of, like, hot springs masseusey-deal you could come here to take a part in if you were so inclined to such ablutions." Her fingers trail wiggles in the air as she tips her head back to look down her nose at the Smith (the hoity-toity effect neatly ruined by the incongruous and absurd grin on her face. "It was pretty girly at times, not gonna lie, but a lot of riders snuck down to Igen to book with the small group of Healers that lived there. Other than that small part of it, though, where they did their therapy stuff? Not sure." She smiles apologetically and shrugs. "And now it's mostly crawlers and things that go squish in the night."

"No shit! Huh." That's Volion's eloquent opinion about the novelty of such an idea, apparently. The quarters he can certainly understand, but that advantage of having access to hot springs somewhere in the Weyr would be something. "I know there's a place for that sorta stuff in the Bazaar, but Healers runnin' somethin' especially in the Weyr proper'd be pretty handy, aye?" Settling his hefty a bit more in his seat, he gets another bite of stew in before continuing on. "Alright, here's the deal. I requested a posting here 'cos I'm an architect, 'n' I got my knot workin' on some improvements to building materials. Igen's a great place to test stuff out 'cos the ground out here likes to dance a little. Mayte let me know how much it worried you all a few Hatchings back. I've got a lot of ideas for the Bazaar, but I can do stuff in the Weyr too, if you gimme permission to poke around. Place could use a little facelift. Least I can do for the people that keep us from gettin' Threaded." One finger lands heavily on the sketch. "First thing I can do is get that taken care of. Might have to trouble ya for some volunteers, though. If you're willin'." His lips quirk apologetically. "Only got so many apprentices. Rubble-clearin' ain't such a hard thing to teach people to handle properly."

Any attention that Sadaiya had been pretending to pay to her leftovers has been quickly dismissed, overcome as she is by deep, deep interest. "Reaaaaally?" she drawls, pursing her lips and squinting at the sketch. "You're completely right, of course, and remind me to give Mayte a HUGE hug for finding you. Volunteers, well, we DO have enough people looking for work, and recently Igen's been able to make enough marks to be able to help you afford any additional labor you may possibly need from further afield." She trails into silence, continuing her minute study and accompanying each nod she makes with a small noise of approval. "Is the Bazaar the area of least structural integrity? I am, primarily, concerned about housing our residents safely away from the elements and worse, but there is a looo-o-oh-ho-ho-ho-ot that could also be said to be in dangerous condition." Her small hands scrub at her face momentarily, then push upwards to entangle in her hair as she rests her elbows on the table's surface. "I can definitely get you permission to do any surveying you'll need to do if Mayte didn't already — have I mentioned wanting to hug her? I think so. Anyway. Is there a way you can run around and give us a best case/worst case kinda… estimatey thing for what needs what and where and how? If Thread isn't falling, we'll have Candidates and Weyrlings to help you a bit as well. Gotta get their hands dirty somehow!"

Yes, Volion has definitely landed in the right place! He isn't certain that asking for this sort of help at Igen Hold would have been met with so much enthusiasm. And with Candidates and Weyrlings listed as possibilities, he knows he'll have a pool of people that will listen when he says jump (theoretically). The question about the Bazaar earns a definitive bit of nodding. "Lots of old buildings, built outta mud brick 'n' stucco, sandstone blocks 'n' mortar. Not bad stuff - I mean, people've been buildin' with mud brick along the river for centuries. Up higher, closer to the desert, quakes happenin'…conditions are a little different up here. Gotta make a few changes. Kinda hard for people that've been doin' it the same way for a long time. But you know all about that," he notes with a wink. He leans back, his chair quietly protesting as he stretches his legs out beneath the table. "Runnin' around's exactly what I was hopin' you'd let me do. Gimme a sevenday 'n' I can get you an initial overview of what needs doin'. I can even make note of what Minecraft and Woodcraft might have to pitch in on."

Sadaiya pulls the classic 'blech' face: nose is wrinkled, tongue sticks out ever so slightly. "Well, like I said, just keep us on the up-and-up. If you could trick one of your apprentices or someone else to make…" Her voice trails off again and she counts on her fingers, eyes rolling ceilingward, while mouthing names and numbers, "Ffffive? Copies of whatever rundown you come up with so we won't have to all fight over your longer notes that, likely, we will not understand. As far as I know, mortar is my parents who is not my fartar! … get it?" Hey, it's late. "Sorry."

The joke is…blinked at, but Volion just shakes his head a little and downs some more stew. "'S alright. Gettin' late. But yeah, I'll have your copies, and I'll get started gettin' into places in here tomorrow." He reaches for a mug…that isn't there, flipping the hand that had been hoping for a goal up in the air. "Gotta grab some klah. Need any, Weyrwoman?" he asks, pushing to his feet. "Assumin' you're good with the company 'til we're both done." Because he'll be perfectly content to stay and acquaint himself with Igen's Senior until it's time for a parting of ways.

"Ex-cel-lent!" Sadaiya says, pointing her fingers in time to her syllables. "Yeah, get me a half a mug, thanks." And so, things continue on their productive way over rapidly cooling klah. The best laid plans happen after bedtime, for sure!