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27.Nov.17, 05:57 PM
Nerreh paid little attention to R’dare’s conversation with the cook, occasionally nodding emphatically to support whatever the young bluerider was saying. She hadn’t checked what each person was making when she had chosen who to speak to, focusing more on who, not what, but the cinnamon rolls this cook was making were going to be an excellent outcome. Cinnamon was one of Nerreh’s favorites. Her firelizard, Spice, was even partially named after the stuff. She took a deep breath in, lungs filling with the warm scents of the kitchens.
Being in the kitchens was nice, in Nerreh’s opinion. Nice if you were just stopping in to eat, beg, or steal some food anyway, not so nice to work there. The Candidate had heard many times over the turns that maybe, if she liked the kitchens so much, she should work there. Yeah right. As much as Nerreh liked the smell of cinnamon or the taste of the food, she could never work here. She’d feel enclosed and break something within a seven day. Hopefully (so, so hopefully) she would Impress a dragon and finding something else to do would never be an issue. But damn, she was not going to be a kitchen worker. Or a cleaning drudge, ugh. She could maybe work with the food animals for the dragons. But kitchens? No way, they are for tasty snacks, not working.
Shaking off her mental tangent, Nerreh focused back in on the conversation at hand. While her mind had been wandering, R’dare had scored a fairly large number of cinnamon rolls, tucked into a cloth napkin that the amiable cook had gifted him, happy to have such a flattering guest. The pair thanked her profusely, staying an extra few minutes to make it less obvious they were only there for the food. Eventually, they said their goodbyes and left the kitchen to find a nice place to sit and eat their spoils. Nerreh swiped a roll peeking out of the folded napkin and took a bite out of it, humming in appreciation.
“Goof job,” She said, words garbled slightly by the food in her mouth, “Worked so much better than what I could’ve done alone. Thankfs.” The last word was said as she took another bite, and accompanied by Nerreh giving R’dare an appreciative pat on the arm.
Being in the kitchens was nice, in Nerreh’s opinion. Nice if you were just stopping in to eat, beg, or steal some food anyway, not so nice to work there. The Candidate had heard many times over the turns that maybe, if she liked the kitchens so much, she should work there. Yeah right. As much as Nerreh liked the smell of cinnamon or the taste of the food, she could never work here. She’d feel enclosed and break something within a seven day. Hopefully (so, so hopefully) she would Impress a dragon and finding something else to do would never be an issue. But damn, she was not going to be a kitchen worker. Or a cleaning drudge, ugh. She could maybe work with the food animals for the dragons. But kitchens? No way, they are for tasty snacks, not working.
Shaking off her mental tangent, Nerreh focused back in on the conversation at hand. While her mind had been wandering, R’dare had scored a fairly large number of cinnamon rolls, tucked into a cloth napkin that the amiable cook had gifted him, happy to have such a flattering guest. The pair thanked her profusely, staying an extra few minutes to make it less obvious they were only there for the food. Eventually, they said their goodbyes and left the kitchen to find a nice place to sit and eat their spoils. Nerreh swiped a roll peeking out of the folded napkin and took a bite out of it, humming in appreciation.
“Goof job,” She said, words garbled slightly by the food in her mouth, “Worked so much better than what I could’ve done alone. Thankfs.” The last word was said as she took another bite, and accompanied by Nerreh giving R’dare an appreciative pat on the arm.
