Suspicious Sausage

Characters Alexa, T'ven
Synopsis There's something suspicious about that sour sausage…
Out-of-Character Date September 17, 2019

Igen Weyr - Living Caverns
Second only to the Hatching Sands in size -- although its walls are not so nearly circular -- the living cavern is filled with numerous rectangular tables, almost too many to count. The Weyrleaders have the table farthest from the kitchen and hearths at one end of the cavern. The hearths are kept as low-burning as possible during the day when folk come inside to escape the heat outside. They burn brighter at night to keep away the deserts chill. No matter hte level of flame, there is always a stew pot that hangs for nibblers at a good temperature. Favored drinks, particularly iced klah and juice, are kept on ice and interspersed at various food tables scattered about, along with baskets of rolls and fruit. There are, of course, scheduled mealtimes, and at certain points of the day the available fare slides into the menu for the nearest meal, be it breakfast, lunch, dinner, or late-night snackings, but the staff has long since acknowledged that people will sit to talk and nibble here at all hours. In the cooler parts of the evening in particular, the cavern hosts games of chess, checkers, dragonpoker, and others. Several degrees are knocked off thanks to the Technician Craft's cooling system.

Autumn - Month 10 of Turn 2722

Finally the weather has started to cool off, well as cool as Igen can get anyway. The Autumn season seems to be a gentle one so far but storms could be around the corner, currently there is a slight chill in the morning air making it crisp as the living caverns are in full swing of breakfast. T'ven, the rider of green Aloalth, is currently reading a letter he has while he sits at a table, his plate piled with food as he eats.

Alexa is not always a morning person, but breakfast is not something she's going to miss out on. Plate piled high with as many goodies as she could grab, it's a chair at T'ven's table that she steals, dropping into it with a barely uttered, "Good morning" as warning. Given the living caverns are brimming with people, it shouldn't be too surprising that she's decided to claim a chair at an already occupied table, even if T'ven is occupied with a letter. Or maybe because of it?

T'ven glances up from the letter, gives a quick salute and smile, then goes back to his letter. After a moment he will add "Good morning, ma'am." He will take note of her plate too before adding "Watch out for the weyr sausage patties, they taste a little funny." with a gesturing hand to his own plate that has them pushed off to the side.

"Ugh, please don't call me that," groans Alexa, eyes rolling as she reaches for her Klah. "Just 'Alexa' or 'weyrwoman' if you /must/. Ma'am just makes me feel old." Taking a hearty sip, she sighs happily before putting the mug back down. It's the mention of the sausage patties that has her eyeing her plate suspiciously. "Funny how?" she wants to know, fork quickly produced so that she can prod the offending items off to the side.

"They taste soured, which is strange for meat." T'ven says, as he reaches for his own Klah adding "Not a fan of the office are ya?" Not like he jumping up to get into a formal structure or anything. His job as a traveling tattooist is now enhanced because of that lovely green of his who is currently playing in the lake.

"Well that's suspicious." Alexa frowns, first at the sausage patties and then toward the kitchen, making a mental note to check on things. They don't need a Weyr full of people, sick with food poisoning. "The office?" she asks, blinking in confusion. "I like it well enough. Though I gotta say, it's kinda weird that people know me when I don't know them."

T'ven nods and grins "Hazards of being famous it seems. Glad the only time I get noticed is when my Aloath is glowing." Which is when he gets weird but he pushes the last time out of his mind. He finishes his letter and folds it neatly before going back to his food. "Still though has to come with some perks."

Alexa snorts in amusement. Thankfully, she's not in the midst of sipping her Klah or it might have shot out her nose. "I wouldn't say I'm famous," she decides, nose wrinkled at the thought. "Just that my name is known. There's a difference." And it's all thanks to the color of her dragon. With the sausage patties suspect, it's the eggs she goes for instead, eating heartily. "Perks… I guess so," she allows between mouthfuls. "Depends on what you like I guess. Like… I love books and paper, so working in the records room is a dream. My brother though? Ugh, he'd lose his mind if he was shut inside all day."

T'ven nods and chuckles taking a sip of his klah "I understand that. Do what you love isn't always the best for everyone." He glances at the bowl and rolls his eyes before adding "That is if your dragon agrees with what you love. Unlike mine!" There is a loving tone to his exasperation, but clearly it is a loosing battle he is fighting.

"I can't imagine what that's like," Alexa admits, frowning briefly. "Raaneth is so opinionated, I don't think I'd be able to do what I like if she didn't like it." But even so, affection turns what might have been sour into something far sweeter, a playful jest rather than a grumpy complaint. With the last mouthful of eggs swallowed, she eyes the sausage patties once again. With a sigh, she puts her fork down and pushes to her feet. "I'd better find out what's going on in the kitchens before half the Weyr is sick." And she might as well do it now, rather than later. But she'll take her Klah with her. Gotta get that caffeine!

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