DINNER: Space Stew!

[bewarethecyborg]

Well, looky here. There is no toddler-- for she is got the sniffles and keeping Mike away from his precious kitchen-- and no turtle. There is in fact a huge, Ursid cyborg working the kitchen. Yes, Mike's forbidden ambiguously gay affair is here. You know, the one with the arm that Mike wants to abscond with

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[isthatadisease]

Dinner is usually not dangerous, mostly in the fact that Vin keeps to himself, locked up in his room.

But he does go to pick up dinner!

There's no giant turtle in the room. No, it's a big man with cybernetic parts and --

Well, Vin's first impulse is to scream as loud as possible, even louder than usual!

[bewarethecyborg]

And Silver nearly drops the stew pot. "Wh' in the name of Flint's Trove?" Please do not be screaming at the cook!

[isthatadisease]

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhohhh hey you're not him!"

Vin isn't entirely sure he's relieved, but he'll take what he can get at this rate.

There's a lack of screaming now, but the pointy-eared engineer still seems quite suspicious!

[bewarethecyborg]

"I'm not who?" Slver asks, now looking fairly suspicious back.

[wolfbitharder]

Albrecht walk in, expecting to see the turtle. He is surprised, however, when before he even walks in the room, he doesn't smell turtle anywhere. He just smells...what...is that a hairless bear? Smells like it.

When he walks in, he realizes the guy also looks like a hairless bear.

"Where's Mike? Sick or somethin'?"

[bewarethecyborg]

Hairless bear, indeed! He's got hair! Just only on his head, and his arms, and his chest, and--

Well, all the places PEOPLE have hair, okay?

"Ah, the wee one o' his is fussin'. He's like a proper father he is, takin' care of her. She's got a case o' the sniffles, y' know. It happens." But Silver is sure they'll take good care of her.

"An' who might you be? I be Long John Silver, an' today, this be my galley! Eat up, m' friend!" And there is stew in a bowl and it is offered.

[wolfbitharder]

Bah. Then he's like a bear with male pattern baldness...all over his body...wierd.

But Albrecht is hungry. So he grabs the bowl.

"Albrecht. So...what are you? Never seen anything like you..."

Yeah, he's seen wierder, but he hasn't ever met balding-bear-people before.

[bewarethecyborg]

The Gurahl have nothing on Silver.

"...I'm an Ursid?" S' not a very polite question to ask that way, Albrecht. "An' you're a Terran. Yer point?"

[kyoshifan]

What? Song?

Suki is here for stew! Although she's hoping it's somewhat familiar stew, and--drat, no seafood. Oh, well. She knows she'd get worse rations in the army, and she's trying to adjust and soldier.

Besides, it still smells good. So there is a young fighter here studying the pot.

"What's this called?"

[bewarethecyborg]

"Stew?" Silver says, looking at the -- painted girl. Well, mmkay. Whatever floats her boat. "S'a little of this, a little of that, some canned meat..."

You know, stew. You throw wat you have in a pot, simmer, and serve.

[kyoshifan]

You can take her world, but you'll never get her face paint! Suki fans a little of the steam towards her, just with a hand. "What are you singing?" And gets herself a bowl! And chopsticks! She can't find any proper spoons, though. Hm.

[bewarethecyborg]

"Why not? A tune in the heart makes the day go by faster!" Silver says helpfully. "So I sing. Don't you know any songs?"

[kokiriboy]

Link is still looking for pants, but he has now found food. Hot food. Food from another world, but Link is hungry enough to ignore that for right now. Blessed be the one track mind.

"Hello. I'm not an elf."

[bewarethecyborg]

Silver blinks quietly.

"Alright, 'en," he says and starts to get a bowl of stew for Link, "What are ye, then?"

[kokiriboy]

"Hylian," Link shifts, and realizes that that was an odd thing to say. Din, it's never easy.

"I'm sorry. I haven't been here long. I'm still...off," he takes the stew with both hands, and cautiously tries it.

"Mm," his eyes go wide "Mm!"

[bewarethecyborg]

"I don't think any of us have really been here long." Well, 'cept for the first few... "Welcome aboard 'en. Whatcher name? I'm called Long John Silver!"

[foolmethrice]

She can hear the song very very far down the hall.

There is a girl peering at Silver -- only for a second -- before her hungry eyes are fixated on the stew. She is hungry. And X can smell it.