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Who: skullkid! er. emblica.
Broadcast: nope.
Action: one fish, two fish, red fish, b-- no, it's just the red fish. or the neat little planet we're on.
When: early evening.

[ Actually, use of the term "skullkid" was not exactly correct for once, since she's not wearing it today. Who is this normal kid hanging around the SS Red Fish? Or hanging around the shops here.

Eh, she must be new. ]

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[ Oh, that's good. She was worried, since she and the only other guy to test her food don't have much of a good sense of what tastes good and what doesn't. ]

My parents did, but I've had to cook for myself for a long time.

I'm glad it's fine.

[ Slowly picking at her own food... ]

[Given that Emblica is centuries old... she supposes that would be a long time.

Really, Hange is touched. It's not so often that people seek her out to share her food and company. She chews slowly, savoring the meal. Often she just ends up gulping down her food, but that wouldn't be a good way to show appreciation for Emblica...]

What's your favorite food?

[ No need to hold back on her account!! Besides, it's not like she ever really gets sought out for company either... ]

I don't...really have a favorite. It's nicer to eat with others, though.

I happen to agree! It was practice as a scout for all of us to eat together... it builds solidarity, you know. [Munch.] Nunnally's quite sweet, but not all my crew is so sociable.

We don't eat together. On my ship, I mean.

It sounds like your crew isn't inclined to be companionable at all.

Well...neither am I, I'll admit.

I prefer to have a good relationship with the people I'm going to be living and working with...

We barely live together, and we certainly don't work together.

[ A bit amused, almost. ]

That truly is a shame, Emblica. You don't seem to be comfortable with your crew at all.

Actually, I'm used to working alone-- it's a bit like home.

[ The slightest hint of humor creeping into her voice. ]

The fringe benefit of having a crew could be having people you could work with comfortably. [She shrugs a little.] Well, as long as you're sure you're safe, of course you should do what you wish. But you'd take care of it if they put you in danger, right?

If it gets to a point where working together is necessary, I'll consider a change. But it isn't as though I help them much, either.

We're all a bit selfish, my crew.

If it suits you to stay there, well... it's hardly my place to force you to change.

I do appreciate the concern, of course.

[ She likes Hange and Nunners too much to basically avoid spending time with them and try taking over one of the rooms so she can kind of live there. ]

[She smiles and eats another bite.]

You would let me know if you were in danger, wouldn't you?

If you want me to.

[ Eatin' some more, slowly. ]

I'm not in any right now.

Please do let me know if you ever feel truly unsafe. [She stirs the stir fry stuff around some and takes another bite. Man, she'd kind of rather Emblica was in a more supportive environment, but in spite of her youthful looks she's old enough to make her own choices - and indeed has been making them for centuries, isn't that so? Ah, well...]

I will.

[ Then again, her measure of "truly unsafe" probably doesn't match up with Hange's idea of "truly unsafe" for her. ]

There hasn't been trouble since the first day, after all.

[ And, well...we know whose fault that was. ]

Remind me of your crew's roster, again?

Crowley, our captain. Then myself, and another strange man called Tek.

Crowley seems reasonable enough. [The other one though...] But on your other hand, I think you have your work cut out for you, if you decide to take it on.

It's simple enough to keep them placated.

Don't tire yourself out.

If they have alcohol and food, they'll either be satisfied, or they'll bother each other.

[ They're such children. ]