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02 // Audio;

Who: Ladon Ceto and you~
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: On whichever ship volunteers!
When: Broadcast is April 14th-ish. Action can happen any time in April afterward.

[ Ladon is still defaulting to audio broadcasts. That's not likely to change any time soon. He starts this one by clearing his throat momentarily. The awkwardness of addressing a large audience never really goes away. ]

Heard that sharin' resources is the norm here, yeah? So I got a proposition.

Tourist ain't got a decent kitchen. But I got a hankerin' for pancakes. So I'm wonderin' if any ship that's got one don't mind lettin' me borrow it. [ There's the crinkling of a bag in the background. Ladon has recently gone shopping and bought all he needs for pancakes... aside from a stove, of course. ] Can pay you back by feedin' you. Only ones I'll burn'll be mine. Also clean up after myself, yeah?

Lemme know.

((OOC: If multiple ships want mobster pancakes, that's cool! He'll make them for whoever asks. He never gets sick them. Really.))

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Is a diner like an inn?

[She doesn't know what "frying" is but she got cook just fine, so she's making a guess here.]

Guess so. S'a place where folks drop in for a quick, cheap meal. Usually anyone who's on their way elsewhere. Nieve's a port city, so lots of sailors, either just off the boat or ready t'get on one. Place I worked was open all day, used to work the late shift into breakfast.

[ He waits a little longer, then gives the pancake another flip. When he's satisfied that it's fluffy and brown enough, he grabs a plate and serves it up with a pat of butter and a good drizzle of maple syrup, then hands her the plate. ] Lemme know whatcha think, yeah?

[So yeah, like an inn.

She takes the plate, and like anyone from a basically medieval culture, she tears a piece off the pancake off with her hand and puts it in her mouth.

Forks are for rich people, ok.]

It's good. Not as sweet as I thought it would be. I like it.

[ He can't help a smile when she tears into the pancake. He'd be remiss to say he hadn't done so before-- especially before he'd learned more about human culture. Hell, eating with his hands had been a way to get used to having hands to begin with. ]

Careful, syrup'll get your fingers sticky, yeah? [ He goes about pouring more batter into the pan, this time with the intention of making one for himself. ] Glad you like it, though.

So I told you 'bout the people from my world, yeah? What 'bout yours? Everyone there got pointy ears, or're you special?

[The warning about the syrup just prompts her to swipe a finger through a small pool of it and put it directly in her mouth, then takes her finger out with a smack and a grin.

She fears no stickiness!]

The ears aren't really uncommon. I'm a half-elf. I get a little bit of both sides of my parentage, but the elven side is usually more potent.

[ He chuckles at her reaction. You just keep getting more endearing, Syeira. ]

Elf, huh. Seen a few 'round here. Reminds me of someone I knew before, at the station I was on. [ His look is a little wistful, a little sad. Granted he rarely saw Toby without her glamour, but he can still remember what she looked like without it clearly. ] Other half's human, I'm guessin'?

It's most likely. I don't know for sure.

[It doesn't seem to bother her.]

So who do I remind you of? Is this a friend from home?

[She asks this around a small mouthful of pancake.]

[ He shakes his head. He finally flips his own pancake, it's completely black on one side, but he doesn't seem bothered by it at all. ]

Friend from the place I was stuck at 'fore I showed up here. Her name was Toby, short for October. She er, went home. Couple weeks before I left. [ Of course, at this point he's unaware that she didn't, really. ] Pretty sure it's been a couple years since, but hell if I can remember what happened between. Whatever Atroma did t'stick these things in our heads, they got rid of those memories, yeah? Dunno if it was on purpose.

I don't really know. I think I remember everything I should, except being abducted.

[A vaguely sour note there, but not her focus.]

Are you really going to eat it like that?

Ain't the same for everyone. Some folks remember everythin', others don't.

[ He smiles a little, and while there isn't as much mirth in it as before, he's still mustering some lightheartedness. ] Yeah. S'how I eat everythin'. That's why I was askin' 'bout a kitchen.

You like your food....cremated?

[Because that is beyond just 'burnt', Ladon.]

The blacker the better. [ He then shimmies the very burnt pancake onto a plate for himself, and goes about drowning it in syrup. ] S'a stomach thing. Whole family has it.

Oh.

[And because she's not from his planet, she's going to buy that hook, line, and sinker. And feel very bad for him.]

Does the taste ever bother you? Or are you just used to it?

S'a reason I like pancakes, yeah? Can taste the syrup instead. [ He smirks a little at that, before sectioning off a part with his fork, which results in a crunching noise. ] M'used to it, though. Few times I've had somethin' that ain't burnt, regretted it. Wish I could have ice cream, but...

[ He shrugs, then pops the piece of burnt pancake in his mouth. ]

Ice cream?

[Sure maybe to him it sounds self-explanatory. But they don't have that in all of Faerun.]

S'a kinda custard, but frozen. Had coffee flavored once.

[ There's a sentimental look on his face. He manages to keep that memory pleasant so long as he doesn't think of the few days afterward. ]

Ain't seen it here, but we find a place that sells it, I'll take you t'get a scoop or two, yeah? Think you'd like it.

I'd like that.

[New things! \o/ ]

So [Another small piece of pancake goes in her mouth, and gets tucked into her cheek. The plate is swiftly emptying.] would it be terribly annoying if I said the word 'coffee' and it sounded like a question? But if it would, then I won't.

[ He laughs a little. ] Nah, it ain't annoyin'. But it does make me go wonderin' how I'd survive in your world.

[ You're a dragon, Ladon. Not well. ] Coffee's a drink we got back home. S'made outta beans. Can be bitter, so it ain't for everyone. Most folks have it t'get some energy in the mornin'. It's got some kinda... stuff in it that wakes you up.

[ He looks about. The kitchen is sadly devoid of a coffee machine. ] Ain't seen any here so far. S'a shame, used to makin' a pot or two every day...

[ Don't think about Toby don't think about Toby don't think about Toby. ] Guess tea'll have to do.

[Actually, dragons are pretty powerful, and there are plenty of types that are respected and revered. As long as he's not burning down villages, he'd be fine.]

That's another thing you'll have to show me, if you come across it. But! Good news: I do know what tea is.

[But she can tell something is weighing on him. Something he's trying to hide. She reaches out, a mostly not sticky, hand and touches his arm very lightly, her expression gently concerned.]

Ladon, you okay?

Good, dunno how I'd go explainin' leaf water. [ He goes back to working on his pancake and he's quiet until she touches him on the arm. He's really not sure what's causing him to ruminate so much on Toby right now. The resemblance ends at Syeira's pointed ears. Maybe it's just that this is the first time he's had a long, pleasant conversation with a woman since. Maybe it's just his mood. He's not sure.

Either way, he doesn't really want to talk about it. Partially because he's not comfortable talking about it with anyone, and partially because then he'd have to confront his feelings. He doubts she's going to buy the "nothing" excuse, though. So he defaults to something else. ]

Er, yeah. Guess talkin' 'bout worlds gets me homesick. [ It's not entirely a lie. He deals with his urges to go home to Nieve on a daily basis still. That makes it easier to deal with than heartbreak caused by a woman from another world. ] Been away for a long time now, yeah?

I understand. Maybe we should talk about something else, hmm?

[It wouldn't matter if she knew he wasn't telling her everything. If he doesn't want to talk about something, then that's that.

To purposefully turn the topic, she holds up her empty, syrupy, plate.]

Could I have another?

[ The question shakes the angst out of him, and he gives her a genuine smile and a chuckle. ] Yeah, you sure can, doll.

[ The affectionate name falls out naturally, as it had with the other women he'd befriended on the station. He cleans the remnants of burnt pancake from the pan before he goes about pouring more batter for a fresh one for her. ] So, met all your crew yet?

[ Because if the subject isn't home, it may as well be here. ]

[That's better. She's pleased to see him smile again.]

Yes. Though the reception has varied. Nunnally is sweet. Iroh is very zen and kind. Cassandra is brusque and impressive. Coil... I'm fairly sure he doesn't care for me, but not in a personal way. And Zhas is a delightful jerk.

[ He laughs out loud at the "delightful jerk" description. ] Think I know the type.

[ More like he is the type, but he'd hardly call himself delightful. A jerk, though, he will freely admit to being that. ]

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