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Jilly Coppercorn ([personal profile] theoniongirl) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-02-07 06:03 pm

The Way to a Blue Fish's Heart...

Who: Blue Fish crew and visitors
Broadcast: Maybe some accidental, but not overall
Action: The Blue Fish kitchen
When: All Day, Feb. 7


[It had been a rough month for a lot of the Blue Fish crew. From blenders to family members and lost friends and blocked credits, they'd been soldiering on through a lot. And while Jilly was new enough to have skirted by most of the drama, she was keenly aware of the underlying stress of her crewmates. She wants to help.

Sometimes, though, words aren't enough...and so she sets about taking advantage of her augment to the best of her ability. For the past month she's been collecting recipes from the datary and experimenting with the supplies provided by the Atroma. And, in the days leading up to the 7th, she quietly recruits Beverly for a pair of extra hands with some Station grocery shopping and behind-the-scenes planning.

It's not announced, but on such a small ship it's hard to miss that something is going on that day. Forgoing her usual trip to the Station for job hunting and people watching, Jilly gets up extra early and sets the kitchen in motion. Recipes are taped up on the cabinets, ingredients are gathered, and so begins a marathon of food.]


[Between the combined forces of Jilly and Beverly, the two "cooks" for the Blue Fish will be setting out food all day as a bit of a much needed holiday for their crew (and any visitors who stop by). Volunteer as a taste-tester, grab food on the run, help clean dishes between baking bouts, or simply sit and relax with your crew mates. Food therapy is a go.]
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[personal profile] kingofbadlifechoices 2016-05-03 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her words make him sadder than he wants to admit.]

Ah...exactly that. She is always very warm underneath the furs. I always manage to warm my feet on her. [And some other parts of his body, still lady Riona does not have to know about that.] And she combs her fingers through my hair in a sort of soft and soothing way.

She calls me Robb as well. [And she still isn’t with child either. Robb sighs softly and focuses on the dishes some more.]