Taking Stock

Characters Lucrezia, Neyuni
Synopsis A moment's pause in the kitchen construction
Out-of-Character Date October 25, 2014

Igen Weyr - Kitchens
The kitchens are located in an elongated bubble in the sandstone. Carved chimneys keep the air flowing from the cooking hearths and ovens to the outside, leaving the inside filled with only the delicious smells of cooked food. There are long tables for food preparation with shelving beneath them to store most of the frequently used pots. On the wall opposite the hearths and ovens are a layer of stone shelves carved from the rock itself and overlayed with a much harder granite and metal sinks to keep from eroding away. Water is piped in to this area and flows easily whnever the taps are let open. Sevral swinging doors lead intot he living cavern, while smaller curtained openings on the opposite end lead into storage caverns and the hydroponic gardens.

Neyuni doesn't look in the best of moods as the lights in the kitchen flicker again. Most of the cooking has been shifted out to the bowl so the activity here is almost nearly all related to the construction. A couple of miners step away from her and head into the new cavern in progress leaving neyuni standing alone for the moment.

And along comes a nosy, nosy Trader who really oughtn't be here at all. Rumors of the approaching Lucao trader caravan have been proven correct - but they're a few days off yet. Lucrezia's presence, then, might be odd - but not nearly as odd as the gutted kitchens. The exploration is to be expected. "This is -too- much," the girl muses with a knitting of her brow. It's unclear who she's talking to - probably any of the miners nearby, actually, but goodness knows. "What -happened-? Was it a bad cook that blew it all up? It must have been a bad cook. I -knew- someone was using spices that were too strong."

A few of those working clearly do their best not to chortle to loudly at the trader's words. The Weyrwoman is torn a moment between her frustration and the truly clever play of words. In the end it is a simple sigh that escapes although her demeanor relaxes a bit "You're lucky the cooks didn't hear that or we might be eating plain lakefish for a sevenday." as to the actual question she dusts her hands together "Seems the cable got cut in several places and we've had to replace a lot of it." which might seem a bit odd for the workers to be /that/ careless "at quite great expense. I hope your caravan has plenty of wares on them. The staffs been after me for so much new, rather than cleaning the stores items."

Neyuni does her best to look skeptical "More than that…? Well i'll have to see to be able to judge whether wares can reach such a high bar. I suppose it won't be much of a surprise that anything kitchen related is likely to be eyed more than that." afterall the expanding remodel isn't exactly a secret. "but don't think the purses are bottomless now." she gives you a look, though there's clearly a long relation between the Weyr and its traders. "Perhaps something for R'en as well, altho i'm not quite sure whatwould suit him as a gift…" she trails off.

"Mmhmm," and, in this, the Trader seems quite confident. "Daddy Lu is -really- good at making things. He always says 'One man's trash is a better man's mark.'" She pauses, furrows her brow, and concedes, "Sometimes, though, I -really- don't know what he's saying." It's all dismissed with a bright smile again. "And, oh! Oh, don't worry. They'll be extra good to you here. This is the first time we've ever come to a Weyr, you know? Hold circuit, that's us, but I sweet-talked them into coming here. Better marks, I told them; better people." She bounces on the balls of her feet and surveys the situation with a thoughtful sound. "Oh, oh, oh! I gave him a notebook when he became Weyrleader, but oh. Oh, I don't know him well at all, either." She purses her lips and taps her chin with such thoughtfulness that it's comical. "Hm. Does he drink, do you know? Does he have hobbies?"

Neyuni chuckles "Well we do enjoy the traders that come by. I'm glad they made room in their circuit to give the Weyr a try. I sincerely doubt they'll be dissapointed. I'm jsut a little sad that between the 'quake and this" she waves an agitated hand at the repairs and construction, which really are nearing completion "Would have been done. I hate to for them to think less of us with our kitchens dispursed around the Weyr." and as to the new Weyrleader she purses her lips "Well, makes me realize I don't /know/ him all that well just yet either. He does… things.. certainly. Tho I admit I ws paying more attention to Al'dru, well and Zuhth with the clutch, and the Weyr." and y'know little things like that, but really, tsk, neglecting her Weyrleader. She looks determined to find that "right" gift just for him.

"Oh, please." Lucrezia titters softly. "We cook outdoors all the time! It tastes better, you know? And, besides, we're easy folk to please, yeah?" She leans in to add in a conspiratorial tone, "If you have marks, you're good people. That's really the size of it." The Trader straightens up and twirls in place, with her head tipped up to study the ceiling. "So all of this? It really isn't, um. Well, it isn't a -thing- for us so much. So, not to worry!" Her attention fixes keenly on the Weyrwoman again as matters turn back toward the Weyrleader and all matters related to it. "Oh! Well. I don't know him -that- well, either, but I suppose he's a fine fellow. Busy a lot, just like you must be. And, oh! Oh, that -was- a fine clutch! Maybe- oh, no, that would be a silly idea." She bounces again, forehead creased and lower lip pouted out. "Oh, this is -terrible-," she decides after a long moment. "A bottle of fine liquor? A carved wooden trunk, perhaps? Something for his dragon?" When at a loss, just throw everything out there!

Neyuni looks ever indecisive but the scattershot of ideas does seem to be getting the mental gears a-churnin. "Well, maybe." but to which item she is not yet committed. "That gives me a lot to think about, and really a day or so to go see what else I can dig up." she might be to say more but one of the smiths comes in from the cavern under construction and bows but clearly urgently needs to speak with her. "Sorry, duty calls." she tips her head in apology "but I'm sure I'll be catching up with you soon enough. If there's anything lacking when they arrive please don't hesitate to find me." at least for the moment she seems in a generous mood, now to go deal with the latest disaster in progress and the two put their heads together and step farther in.

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