[ Draft 4 ] Back on Schedule, but Not Enough Caffeine

[metharchy]

[Since the passengers were all so distracted with their babies over the weekend, Meth has some good news!]

Sergei's is ready for use again, and the stairs between deck eleven and twelve are repaired.

If you do not know how to cook I suggest you find someone who does and follow their exact instructions if you wish to learn.

...

[She takes a deep breath, sounding weary.]

The temple of deck thirteen will be temporarily off-limits to passengers. If there are any major repairs you may know of, tell me now. Don't know what happened to that list...

[Locked to AMU // Unhackable]

Do you have anything that can give me a boost of energy or something? Coffee's not doing the trick.

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[thenotmagician]

[Zeke turns to look at Meth after she arrives and crosses his arms]

Yeah, well, I want to. How 'bout that, eh?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[She crosses her arms over her chest as well, raising an eyebrow. Unable to think of something else to counter him, she looks away.]

Fine.

[Stubborn passengers.]

[thenotmagician]

[Well now, Zeke just looks amused]

What? Are y'afraid to try my cooking? Is that it?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth, however, does not look amused.]

Not afraid of a meal.

[thenotmagician]

Well good.

[Oh look, Zeke pulled his trusty notepad and pen out of his pocket!]

What'll it be, then?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Something quick.

[She had lots to do today, after all.]

[thenotmagician]

Okay, okay. Somethin' quick.

[Well, that'll do. He didn't really want to make something big at the moment, anyways. He kinda liked the current neat and tidiness of the kitchen right now]

How about just a soup and sandwich thing, eh? Sound good?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Whatever you want.

[Meth wasn't picky and, to be honest, somewhat uncomfortable having a passenger do something for her.

She looked around the kitchen.]

The kitchen isn't the same. What do you think?

[thenotmagician]

It's great. Don't think it's ever been this clean before.

[Oh hey gettin' your soup ready now]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

It isn't the same design. I moved a couple things.

[The old layout hadn't been an efficient use of space. She sniffed at the air. Hmm...]

That smells good.

[thenotmagician]

Yeah, I've noticed.

[He just went to open a cabinet that, well, wasn't there anymore]

Well that's good. Wouldn't wanna scare you away with something that smelt horrible.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

I don't scare.

[Hadn't she said as much already? She couldn't help but sniff at the air again. It really did smell delicious.]

What kind is it?

[thenotmagician]

Curried butternut squash soup with mint oil. Sounds good, eh?

[Well, while that's cooking, he'll get busy making your sandwich, Meth]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth had no idea if it sounded good or not. But it smelled good.]

Sure.

[She watched Zeke work with mild interest. Building a sandwich wasn't all that different from building a house, Meth mused.]

[thenotmagician]

[Some finishing touches to the sandwich,--hey, you get one of those fancy toothpicks, Meth--some extra pepper to the soup, some stirring. Oh hey look, food's ready. He's just gonna pour some soup on a bowl and there you go! Soup and sandwich, Meth. Oh yeah, there's a spoon, too]

There y'go. Enjoy.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth Looked at the food, and then up at Zeke a moment...then back to the food. She picked up the spoon, scooped up a small amount and brought it to her lips. She blew on the soup to cool it before taking a sip.

She hadn't been expecting anything spectacular, which is why she was so surprised when the flavor bloomed and evolved in her mouth, growing complex as she let it glide over her tongue and down her throat. Her face betrayed nothing of her surprise.]

Hm.

[She did however take the next bite a bit more quickly than before.]

[thenotmagician]

[Zeke that learned that, well, it wasn't actually polite to STARE at people while they ate. They kinda found it awkward. So while Meth was eating, Zeke was going around cleaning up his workspace, putting things away, pondering if he should put the leftovers away...]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Zeke might not be staring at her, but the sandwich was. She put her spoon down and took a bite of that next. Delicious. Surprisingly so. At that point Meth didn't pay attention to Zeke. Her focus was narrowed down to the sandwich and soup. A bit of sandwich here, soup there...she even dipped her sandwich in the soup.

Before she knew it, the food was all gone, and Meth was full.]

Not bad.

[thenotmagician]

[Hi, Zeke's doing an internal victory dance. He's totally not showing it, though]

I take it you liked it then, eh?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth.]

Interesting flavor to the soup.

[Oh yeah, playing it cool. She didn't want to give the guy a big head.]

[thenotmagician]

[It's kinda too late for that, Meth. Zeke's already got a big head. In fact it's probably swelling by this point]

Well yeah, that's the point.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[She pushes the plate away a moment, then thinks better of it and goes to bring them to the sink.]

I need to get back to work.

[thenotmagician]

Sure, sure. I'm not keepin' ya here, am I?

[He waved her off]

Go back to your little crew work job.. stuff. Feel free to come back again if y'want.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Her work was hardly little. Meth quickly washed off her dishes and wiped her hands dry on her pants.]

Thanks for the meal.

[Now to show Remy the label maker and she'd be on her way back to deck thirteen.]