09.Aug.14, 11:24 PM
“Oh… okay,” B’jin was fronwing again, wondering how any full meal could possibly be quick and easy. Most of them were tasty, well, almost everything that came out of the main kitchen was amazing! But B’jin also knew that the kitchen folk spent like, their whole life in the kitchen and he loved R’nd, sure, but he was so not interested in lowering himself even more on the social ladder to become a kitchen bitch. B’jin frowned at D’hys, his expression a combination of sceptical and suspicious.
As the explanation came, B’jin became less suspicious about what it was D’hys was suggesting – but his scepticism was just about thick enough to sing and dance on. “… A sandwich?” A sandwich was not a meal! It was a snack! Even if it was made with fancy grilled meat it was still a sandwich; it still got shoved between two slices of bread – or stacked onto one – and the cheese just sealed the deal! B’jin continued to eye off D’hys with a look that quite plainly said he thought the bluerider was absolutely insane.
“Fine.” The ‘whatever’ was heavily implied, but B’jin was smart enough for the moment not to spurt that off like a sulky teen, though it was pretty obvious he barely kept it behind his teeth as he slouched over to where D’hys was, watching as meat, herbs and spices were fished up seemingly from between. Picking a piece of wherry off, B’jin leaned a hip against the bench and waited for instruction as he nibbled in the pilfered meat.
As the explanation came, B’jin became less suspicious about what it was D’hys was suggesting – but his scepticism was just about thick enough to sing and dance on. “… A sandwich?” A sandwich was not a meal! It was a snack! Even if it was made with fancy grilled meat it was still a sandwich; it still got shoved between two slices of bread – or stacked onto one – and the cheese just sealed the deal! B’jin continued to eye off D’hys with a look that quite plainly said he thought the bluerider was absolutely insane.
“Fine.” The ‘whatever’ was heavily implied, but B’jin was smart enough for the moment not to spurt that off like a sulky teen, though it was pretty obvious he barely kept it behind his teeth as he slouched over to where D’hys was, watching as meat, herbs and spices were fished up seemingly from between. Picking a piece of wherry off, B’jin leaned a hip against the bench and waited for instruction as he nibbled in the pilfered meat.