Tourist, May I?

[takingkarabusiness]

Who: Tourists and visitors!
Broadcast: Nooooooooope
Action: On the Tourist
When: May

[ Ship Catch all for May! Mingle! Talk to your neighbors! Walk in on your friends! Wait, don't do that. ]

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[merchantprince]

[Though Varric spends most of his time in his bar these days, he still chooses to relax and write on the Tourist. He's the captain, of course. With the Thedas drama mostly settled, he's back to his usual duties.

And by usual duties, that includes doing absolutely nothing of value. He's going to nap here in the captain's chair on the bridge, with a notebook in his lap, until he's otherwise bothered.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ What's up Captain that he actually rarely ever sees? Probably because he's working at his bar, which Kirk notes he really should patron more. You know, crew solidarity and all that.

As it so happens, Kirk has found himself in possession of far to many pancakes. But you don't just throw pancakes out. That's sacrilege of the highest order. And so he gathers up a plate and makes his way to the deck, spying Varric in the captain's chair and knocking loudly to make his presence known. ]</sub>

You hungry, Varric? I have some extra, and they need a good stomach to land in.

I lost this notif, sorry!

[merchantprince]

[We'll pretend it's because Varric is working a lot and not because of his player's stupid schedule lately. Yes.

Anyway, pancake overload is quite a fortunate dilemma to have, because here is a rich boy who never does his own cooking. He straightens up when Kirk addresses him. And he doesn't pretend to ignore the food, either.]

Ah, yes. Food for the hardest-working captain-- oh, who am I kidding, I don't do shit. I'll take the food, though. You made all this?

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ You know, Varric, you could abdicate your role - give it to someone else. Like someone with experience running a ship. Not that he would say this aloud, of course, or mutiny. He had only forcibly taken control once, but that had been a different set of circumstances entirely.

Kirk handed it to him and shrugged. ]</sub>

I had a craving, so yeah. I used to make them for myself all the time when I was younger on my uncle's farm. They're a kind of comfort food. And good for breakfast or dinner.

[merchantprince]

[He could, it's true.

Varric's eyes widen appreciatively.]

I don't think I've ever actually had this before. Looks like a thick crepe. I like it.

[He takes a big bite, chews, swallows.]

Yep, it's good. [A pause.] You're not bribing me, are you? No bad news?