13.Apr.18, 10:40 PM
Slipping back into the main room of the weyr, Nerreh looked around, easily finding where the wayward brown flits had gone. They had gone over towards Mulrissa, which Nerreh supposed made sense, as Sandy knew her best of the people here. She headed over to them, immediately apologizing for them.
“Sorry about them. They were being a nuisance and Bedith decided she’d had enough of it.” She said, gesturing at the firelizards. “I suppose I could take them back in there, but I doubt it would go any better a second time.” Nerreh grabbed a roll from a nearby plate, not realizing it was someone’s personal plate and not a serving platter, and started breaking it into smaller pieces, trying to entice Spice back over to her. Eyeing the crumbs, Spice leapt from the table to her shoulder, chittering excitedly. Nerreh fed him a few crumbs before taking a bite of the roll herself. She’d had a few rolls when they had carried the food up to the weyr — there were plenty, and she was technically a guest, after all, so it was fine — but she’d gotten hungry again and these rolls were really good. There was definitely some honey in the recipe, but they weren’t so sweet you couldn’t eat them with dinner. Nerreh hardly cared about that, but some people had weird rules about how sweet dinner food could be. Whatever. She took another roll, giving the rest of the one she held to Spice, who seemed to be showing off his good fortune to Sandy. Firelizards were so weird. Nerreh awkwardly waited, munching on her roll, hoping no one had any problems with the interruption.
Go forth and claim the plate Nerreh is stealing from
“Sorry about them. They were being a nuisance and Bedith decided she’d had enough of it.” She said, gesturing at the firelizards. “I suppose I could take them back in there, but I doubt it would go any better a second time.” Nerreh grabbed a roll from a nearby plate, not realizing it was someone’s personal plate and not a serving platter, and started breaking it into smaller pieces, trying to entice Spice back over to her. Eyeing the crumbs, Spice leapt from the table to her shoulder, chittering excitedly. Nerreh fed him a few crumbs before taking a bite of the roll herself. She’d had a few rolls when they had carried the food up to the weyr — there were plenty, and she was technically a guest, after all, so it was fine — but she’d gotten hungry again and these rolls were really good. There was definitely some honey in the recipe, but they weren’t so sweet you couldn’t eat them with dinner. Nerreh hardly cared about that, but some people had weird rules about how sweet dinner food could be. Whatever. She took another roll, giving the rest of the one she held to Spice, who seemed to be showing off his good fortune to Sandy. Firelizards were so weird. Nerreh awkwardly waited, munching on her roll, hoping no one had any problems with the interruption.
Go forth and claim the plate Nerreh is stealing from