driftfleet | 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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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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