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[forsometimenow]

Who: The crew of the SS Wonderduck and any visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: The first few weeks of April

[The crew has changed a lot since the last mingle. What're you up to, Wonderducks? What nasty and/or hilarious rumors are being spread about you?]

Comments

A)

[norwaysown]

[ Signy’s shoulders lift and fall in a simple shrug. She’s changed into the fleet-offered beige jumpsuit, because it’s nicer than what she’d showed up in. The fabric seems to be new. ]

It has the same nutritional value.

What do you need food for?

[servantnotserving]

[Lumiére pulls a face. ]

Who looks at a meal for nutritional value? It is about the taste, the smell, the experience.

[Still, she has a good point, and he has a perfect answer to that. ]

Oh, I have not been able to east since I was cursed. But, I am still a maítre d', it's my job- my duty to make sure that people enjoy themselves, especially when it comes to their meal. Without enjoyment, they'd just be eating to survive.

[norwaysown]

Eating to survive is still pretty important.

[ In fact, it's way more important than eating for the experience, in Signy's opinion. ]

I just want to grab food and get on with the next thing.

[servantnotserving]

Of course, but to not have flavour when you eat? It is a real tragedy.

[Come on Signy, don't be that waaay. Lumiére looks positively horrified. If he had his hands he would fix this immediately, he could make her the most exquisite feast. ]

Then you really need a wonderful dining experience. I am afraid I can't make the sort of meals I used to, but I can certainly try for you, mademoiselle.

[norwaysown]

[ Her brow wrinkles, confusion and concern. ]

It strikes me that there are others around who would appreciate it more. I'm not asking you to waste your time.

[servantnotserving]

Oh no, no. Doing a thing like that is never a waste of time. It is my life-blood.

[If he...still had blood. Whatever. ]

Every lady deserves to be treated like a princess at the dinner table, even just for a day.

[norwaysown]

Call me a lady or a princess again, and I'll figure out a way to get you to bleed.

[ Charming, she's truly... charming. ]

[servantnotserving]

[Most men might find that daunting, but not Lumiére, oh no. But his amorous tendencies do occasionally serve toward the suicidal. He laughs, waggling his eyebrows. ]

OH-ho, I love a woman with a fire in her temper. What wold you prefer to be called, mademoiselle?

[norwaysown]

[ She's not his Captain so she's not about to shoot him for insubordination, but she does intend to demand a modicum of respect. ]

Mallory will do just fine.

[servantnotserving]

[Join the line, maybe he might gives some out. Miracles happen. ]

Mallory it is then.

[He'll probably call her by a pet name again in like...fifteen minutes. ]

[norwaysown]

Right.

I can take the unflavored one if you don't want it.

[ She hopes she won't still be talking to him in fifteen minutes. ]

[servantnotserving]

[He waves a candle at the aforementioned flavourless trash. ]

Consider it yours, mademoiselle~

[See, that's just rude. ]

[norwaysown]

Mallory, Lumiére.

[ She'll pick it up and turn to go, though. ]

[servantnotserving]

Of course, of course.

[It's never gonna stick. Never. ]

Enjoy it.