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[misconceived]

WHO The Huntress crew (& YOU?)
BROADCAST Non.
ACTION SS Huntress
WHEN May 24th and onward

[ Welcome to your regularly scheduled insanity, Elize! The ship is nice and rather upgraded, not to mention Shirley's valiant efforts to make it a bit more homey. With two demons, a fish-person prophet of the ocean, a former Templar and... Isabela, the crew is rather lively but somehow hasn't torn itself apart. Yet.

With all the things going on this month, a casino with great prizes and a magical forest, there's plenty of buzz and movement. But what is everyone up to during the downtime? ]

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[misconceived]

[ Chris isn't hard to miss. If he's not in the kitchen or the lab, he's generally hanging out on the bridge. It isn't the roomiest, but hey, he gets the captain's chair and that works for him. Thankfully, however, Elize's caught him in the kitchen where he's messing with trying to make bread with the flour and other substitutes provided and he's up to his arms in fluffy white. It's... going.

He looks up when Elize enters, partially hearing her and partially sensing her. It's kind of all the same thing to him. ]

Uh. Hi. Elize, right?

[princessia]

Uh...

[ Good, he's one of the people she was hoping to find as soon as possible. Then she just takes a moment to stare at all that white until he greets her. ]

Yes. Hello again, Chris.

[ She greets him with a small nod and cracks the tiniest of shy smiles. And she's just going to jump straight to what she wants to tell him. ]

I'm... part of the Huntress now!

[misconceived]

[ He's trying to wipe it off with a hand towel but it isn't... really... working all that well. Doesn't mean he won't stop right away; when he notices, he just huffs and lets the towel slap against the measly counter. ]

Really? [ Wait, no, that's not a good reaction. ] I mean—hey. Welcome. Glad to have you aboard. [ He pauses, tries wiping a hand on his pants which no Chris honey stop. ] I, uh, would shake your hand, but...

[princessia]

I-it's all right.

[ She doesn't really use formalities like that anyway.

As she watches him wipe off his hands with very little success, her smile turns into a small frown, thinking maybe it's wrong timing for her to tell him the news when he looks busy. ]

I'm so sorry for bothering you!

[misconceived]

[ That just gets him to stare at her, look back to the attempt at bread, then back to Elize. ]

You're not bothering me. Kind of the opposite, actually. You know anything about baking?

[princessia]

No... I'm sorry.

[ She just slumps her shoulders and looks even more sulky. Whatever he's doing though, she wants to help somehow. ]

[misconceived]

What? No. Look, come here.

[ He motions over to one of the chairs so she can get closer and hopefully be tall enough to see. He isn't having the best of luck so far, but there's the beginnings of some good dough there and other ingredients set aside if he wants to get ambitious. Like some dried fruits or flavoring that were still hanging around from when Varric stocked them up like a sensible dwarf. ]

Well, it's basically... what you do before you bake it matters as much as what goes into it. I think. It's harder when you're doing it and not watching someone else.

[princessia]

[ Stepping closer, she can see just fine without having anything to boost her up, but she does need to stand on her tip toes. ]

How did you make the dough?

[misconceived]

It's not too hard. I mean, when you've got the stuff. It's flour mixed with yeast and water that you keep mixing until it's dough.

[ He's working on it with his hands now, still in the process of trying to get it to mix before he can even knead it properly. Yeast isn't the easiest thing to come by but waystations have a way of keeping necessities around even if they're super expensive. ]

[princessia]

[ She's carefully listening, watching, and making mental reminders to herself. If she wants to convert her room into a tea room for her friends, then she'd better pay close attention to baking. ]

And we can add fruits in afterward?

[misconceived]

[ Or she could always ask Chris for help. He's a good captain like that. ]

Well, no, we'd do that while it's still being mixed up. It needs to be baked in with the rest of it. So this is just going to be regular bread, but maybe the next one.