Sharing is caring (L'ust)

[Mikki]

It was Dinner time at Warden Weyr. Many folk had since crammed themselves into the mess hall to get into chow lines. More still were already eating, filling hungry bellies and improving peoples moods. Thus far the atmosphere was pretty relaxed. None of the prisoners were acting up and the non-prisoners were being as friendly as they could be. A few people were even trading food back and forth.

Milune was not one of those people. At least, she wasn't yet. Her dinner was different than the rest of the Weyrs. Why? Well, because she had caught it herself three hours before. A whopper of a striper was hooked on her line before she knew it. With some help from Glint she managed to land it, then high tailed it back to the Weyr. The lass hadn't even let Jora so much as look at the fish. No, that beauty was not going to get ruined by such inexperienced hands.

A cook she might not be, but the girl was Weyrbred. Having practically grown up in the kitchens of her Weyr she had watched, learning a couple of things in the process. She gut, descaled, deboned, then turned the meat into chunks. It was thrown into a pan with butter, garlic, and a dash of lemon to give it some kick. When it had turned flaky, then golden brown in the pan she'd taken it off the heat. Letting it sit in the butter Milune had then snagged a few fresh rolls.

Her fish was placed between at least four sliced rolls with plenty left over on the side. It was a huge meal, hearty and more than she would ever be able to eat. But the smell of it was thick and made her mouth water. Glint was almost drooling at that point, but she kept the Gold at bay until they got into the mess hall. The plate nearly over flowed and she did her best to keep from dropping anything.

When she sat down the healer gave one of the fish sandwiches to her 'lizard then started tucking in. Ravenously, she bit into one of her creations. Though not the most delicious thing in the world, it was still good by her standards. Shells, it was better then the slop they usually ate by a long stretch. In bliss, she continued to eat until the first fish roll was gone. And instead of going for another one she started polishing off some of the flaky white meat that wouldn't fit on the rolls.

Ah yes, she was in quite a good mood. In fact she was in such a good mood she didn't even notice some of the envious looks she was getting. Nope, her world was filled with yummy deliciousness and she didn't seem to be coming out of it any time soon.

[ramba]

L'ust wasn't having a good day, and that fact was shown by the expression on his face. A scowl which could quite possibly make him almost as scary as the Warden himself seemed to be etched onto his features. The brownrider had started the day out as everyone else in the weyr; hungry. Except L'ust didn't have the time to eat, for Ith had managed to re-open one of his scars. It wasn't anywhere major, like his wing again, but it was in an awkward position and made Ith whine everytime he moved.

So after the wound had been cleaned and treated, L'ust had gone down to the mess hall to get some food, only to discover that there were only a few pieces of fairly rotten fruit left over from breakfast. So, he'd gone without. Instead he'd decided to go check up on Ith, and bathe him, only to end up covered in mud, with Ith moaning about how his rider was beginning to become useless in his old age. The bathing pool was far too cold, and his nice warm clothes he had left in his room.

And now L'usts day was probably about to get worse. Dinner time, probably one of L'usts least favorite times of the day. Usually, he would skip it but he hadn't had any breakfast, and at six foot eight, no one was particularly keen to try and catch you when you fainted.

L'ust, finally in some warm clothes and with his cane to lean on, made his way to the mess hall, following a rather delicious smell. By the time the brownrider had gotten to the mess hall, he had already begun to wonder if the kitchens had been taken over by a far more experienced cook. Certainly whatever was in the mess hall smelled a lot better. Eagerly, L'ust limped his way up the queue with a tray, and was somewhat disappointed when all that was placed on his bowl was a rather thin soup with pieces of floating...wherry? Bread?

L'ust wasn't sure. Grabbing a cup of Klah to wash the soup down with, L'ust followed the nice smell to a candidate eating what definitely looked like a much nicer meal than his own. Disgruntled, L'ust looked around to see if any other seats were available. And nope, there were none. Somewhat grumpily, L'ust admitted to himself that he did need to sit down because he would likely topple over at any moment.

'Mind if I sit here?' He asked the girl-candidate. He noted that she had a Gold flitter. Shells and shards, he hated flitters. Usually they hated him too.

[Mikki]

Having just polished off her first sammich the healer was licking the butter off her fingers when the large rider came into her view. She paused mid-lick, eyes widening a little as she looked up at him. Well wasn't he a big fellow? His demeanor didn't exactly scream 'sunshine and buttercups' either. But who was she to judge? Being stuck in a place like warden wasn't exactly the best place to develop a persons personality. Briefly, her eyes flashed to his dish. Her mouth closed and she wrinkled her nose at it. The food probably didn't help either.

Swallowing a few times the woman cleared her throat, gesturing to the seat in front of her. "I don't mind. There's plenty of room." Well, not really. But a few of the prisoners and other staff had given her some space. The threat of having a sedative needle shoved in their ass was a good deterrent. Still, she wasn't adverse to company. Maybe he wasn't as gruff as he looked? For some reason, she doubted that. Again, her attention shifted to his plate. What was that mess? Water and wherry chunks? Eww. Hmm, perhaps she could remedy that. As a healer, she didn't exactly approve of the gunk they were fed on a daily basis. It's why she usually tried to make her own food.

Speaking of which, she had more than enough. In fact, she had way more than she could eat. Glint was on the full side too, half heartedly nibbling on the small chunk of the sammich she had been given. She was licking her chops and grooming the butter off her claws, even going so far as to let out a small burp. Content and in a good mood, the satiated Queen paid the man no mind. Milune, on the other hand did. "So. Do you really want to eat that...wherry water.." Pointing to the bowl, the lass nibbled her bottom lip. "I have more than enough. I'm not adverse to sharing. In fact, you can take two of the fish Sandwiches if you like. " In what she hoped was a friendly manner the lass smiled lightly at the man. She didn't know him. For all she knew he could take her offer as an offensive insult. Some riders really were weird, especially at Warden.

[ramba]

L'ust sat down as the young woman gestured, careful not to upset the table as he did. The brownrider glanced down at his meal. Wherry water? It was an appropriate name, most certainly. And it definitely didn't have an appealing appearance, compared to what the girl was eating. The brownrider noted that she had a fish dish - admittedly fish wasn't his favourite, but definitely more preferrable to what he had.

When she offered him some, the brownrider's expression was one of shock. Usually people never shared with him, simply because he scared them away with his height. Almost as quickly as the expression had appeared though, it disappeared into a soft smimle which did look somewhat out of place on his face.

'Thank you - sadly I have nothing to give you in return. I highly doubt you would want any of...this.' He replied, waving a hand at his own meal. 'I will of course only take one, as it wouldn't seem fair to me to eat a meal obviously prepared by yourself.' He added, taking the said sandwich. It was certainly one of the best things he had tasted for a long while, and he was greatful to the other.

'I'm L'ust of brown Ith.' He said, introducting himself with a slight nod of his head. 'You're a Benden lass if I'm not mistaken?' He asked, tilting his head slightly. Whether she was or not didn't reaally matter to him, they were at Wardens now anyway. She was pretty, most certainly. It was a shame about the scars...how had she recieved those? He was far too embarrased to ask about them, it wouldn't be polite.