Hammer 8 1370 dr

[child_of_bhaal]

Who: Syeira and YOU!
Broadcast:Fleetwide
Action: Around the ships or elsewhere for soup delivery. Then the Space Bar.
When: Some time after the 6th for soup. Any evening pretty much for the Space Bar.

[video]

So I know a lot of people are getting sick, and I know that chicken soup is something a lot of people recommend back home. So I wanted to make soup, but I couldn't get any actual chicken, so I got fish. It's been tasted and called not bad.

So um. I have soup. If you're sick.

[This sounds really lame now that she's saying it out loud. Ah hell.]

Robin, I'm bringing you some. And anyone else I know who's sick. You're getting some.

[You people are taking this fish soup.]

So I'll...be around...with soup.

[Action]

[She goes to Varric's bar because he announced his first. And it is very comfortable for her tastes. She finds herself a table, and gets a pint of whatever. Then she starts drinking. For a more petite girl, she drinks very very well. And she'll be there a while. Until they ask her to go. She's really not used to bars that have closing times.]

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[survivalistcookbook]

[They may have a limited supply of cooking ingredients, but as far as Eugene's concerned, a local neighbourhood bar is nothing without something to munch on while you drink. So shortly after the first pint comes out, he makes his way over to the table with a bowl of house-made crackers, hand-broken into irregular shards but crispy and salty enough to balance out an evening of drinking.]

Here you go - compliments of the house. [He offers his hand.] Eugene Woods, cook in residence. Let me know if I can get you anything else.

[child_of_bhaal]

Syeira of Candlekeep.

[She's pleasantly surprised by the gift of food, and smiles up at the introduction. She actually stands, because where she comes from it's polite, and usually you're supposed to curtsy or bow.

But oh right, the hand clasp. It's a common thing with most people on the fleet, so may as well go with the flow. Be polite. She put her hand in his, firm grip. She doesn't actually shake because she's still not used to it.]

Or um, more properly, of the Red Fish these days. It's a pleasure Mr. Woods. Thank you for this. It's very kind of you.

[survivalistcookbook]

Ah, a bar without snacks isn't much of a bar.

['Candlekeep' doesn't exactly sound like from anywhere in Eugene's world, so at a basic level, the slightly off returned-hand-clasp doesn't actually seem that weird. He brings his other hand up to fold hers in a brief squeeze, then lets go - about when he realizes where he's seen her face.]

Hey, you put out that broadcast about soup earlier, didn't you?

[child_of_bhaal]

[Oh that squeeze is...new. But she just goes with it. People have different customs and she doesn't want to be rude on accident. Still though, it's nice to have her hand back.]

Oh, yeah. That was me. I just wanted to be helpful. I can't heal the sick, so that was as close as I could come.