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28.Dec.17, 07:53 PM
T’bia threw a wide, beaming smile over his shoulder as C’dhin confirmed that there were sweets in his basket, the young bluerider delighted by the announcement. T’bia hadn’t gone down for dinner yet, having slept through the usual time he would have meandered down, but as far as he was concerned, that just meant that his appetite hadn’t been spoiled for the sweets! Still grinning, T’bia took a seat at the small dining table that had three chairs around it, and then bounced up again. “Do you want something to drink?” he asked, bustling about. He collected a jug of fresh water and two glasses; T’bia wasn’t an alcohol drinker (he was quite capable of shoving his foot down his throat without any such assistance) and he hadn’t had any klah brought up for several days.
Returning to the table, T’bia filled the glasses with water and set one before C’dhin, then bounced back to his shelves to pick up a couple of plates, which were also relocated to the table top. “You will join me?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed together. He enjoyed eating fancy and special foods, but it was so much more enjoyable to eat them with friends, especially when those friends were the chef! It was much more fun to compliment as the thoughts arose and if the cook was right there, he would get them first hand and without thought – not like if T’bia had to go and find him later, and try to manage his thoughts and … well, T’bia just hoped C’dhin would stay!
“I’m not much good in the kitchen,” T’bia responded, scrunching his nose up as he looked at C’dhin sceptically. T’bia feared he wasn’t much good at much of anything, but at least not everywhere he could fail came with sharp knives and hot items! He could only imagine the havoc that could be created by his fumbling self in a kitchen. “Well, I don’t think I would be, anyway.” He admitted. “I’ve never been allowed in.”
Returning to the table, T’bia filled the glasses with water and set one before C’dhin, then bounced back to his shelves to pick up a couple of plates, which were also relocated to the table top. “You will join me?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed together. He enjoyed eating fancy and special foods, but it was so much more enjoyable to eat them with friends, especially when those friends were the chef! It was much more fun to compliment as the thoughts arose and if the cook was right there, he would get them first hand and without thought – not like if T’bia had to go and find him later, and try to manage his thoughts and … well, T’bia just hoped C’dhin would stay!
“I’m not much good in the kitchen,” T’bia responded, scrunching his nose up as he looked at C’dhin sceptically. T’bia feared he wasn’t much good at much of anything, but at least not everywhere he could fail came with sharp knives and hot items! He could only imagine the havoc that could be created by his fumbling self in a kitchen. “Well, I don’t think I would be, anyway.” He admitted. “I’ve never been allowed in.”
