First Breath Mingle

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Who: First Breathers and Friends!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: First Breath
When: Throughout December

[Get your fill of your favorite First Breath crewmate!]

Comments

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion puts a measure of sugar into his coffee, twirls it around, looking thoughtful.]

More like ... 'I have been suddenly slapped in the mouth but I enjoyed it'.

[bi_otic]

[He chuckles as he continues to stir]

That might depend on who did the slapping.

[That said, he'll reach over to the dispenser after a moment of deliberation and switches the mode to 'powder', letting a small amount fall into a small cup he had handy. Might as well make it interesting, he supposed.]

Are you a fan of spicy food?

[tallasaking]

My friend, it usually does.

[He smirked again, as he sipped his coffee. Breathing in deep as he started to feel his brain awaken.]

I have become fond of it, with my time overseas and here.

[bi_otic]

Overseas? Where?

[He can't immediately place where Tyrion might be from, so he doesn't entirely make the assumption that it's something like India or South America]

[tallasaking]

The city of Meereen. Of course, I have only recently gotten to taste the local cuisine ... my former master was grudging of his food staples outside of gruel. [Tyrion mused, before he gestured around.] And of course, here, is a perfect example of how one must broaden one's culinary background.

[bi_otic]

[Kaidan takes these details in with careful consideration and doesn't answer until he click off the stove burner and moves to dump his concoction onto a waiting plate]

I haven't heard of Meereen, but it doesn't sound like you traveled there on vacation.

[tallasaking]

Yes and no. I had planned on travelling there to meet with Daenerys Targaryan. I was first, alas, kidnapped and then thrown into slavery, but then I was freed by the luck of a plague.

[He shrugged.] The Gods like to lead us to our fates through the hardest paths.

[bi_otic]

I don't know if I believe in gods, but...that feels more than a little bit true.

[He moves to the table and settles across from Tyrion. His plate bears something that looks and smells at least vaguely like a mild curry, and he stabs a fork into a bit of it]

[tallasaking]

...yes that's usually the way with gods. They feel a bit more true than anything else.

[Tyrion drank deeply from his coffee mug, sighing happily.]