[mid-morning Mess Hall]

[dieinnafire]

I really do hate it when I lose track of time...

What is camp life like during the sunlit hours here? I do not believe I've had the dubious pleasure of experiencing it since our move from the swamp.

Comments

[onthenightroad]

...a bit grim...

[dieinnafire]

Ah, Father Nightroad. Would you care to do me a great favour?

[onthenightroad]

No problem, Mr. Barvon. I find myself with an excess of free time lately. What's going on?

[dieinnafire]

[holds up a mug]

Coffee. Please.

[onthenightroad]

...

You're stuck here for the day, aren't you.

[dieinnafire]

[POINTED LOOK at the windows and the SUN coming in from them]

No, I intend to go frolic gaily amongst daisies and bathe in sunbeams as soon as I get caffeine.

[onthenightroad]

...somebody ought to get you a watch.

[dieinnafire]

What would I do with one?

[onthenightroad]

Set an alarm.

[dieinnafire]

Oh please. One mistake does not a habit make.

[onthenightroad]

I don't know about that, Mr. Barvon. The days are short and the nights are exceptionally bright in the snow! I'm worried about you.

[dieinnafire]

Your saccharine concern will give me cavities one day.

[onthenightroad]

[takes his mug!]

Anything to take your looks down a peg.

[dieinnafire]

Why, Father Nightroad! Was that a compliment? Backhanded as it may be.

[onthenightroad]

It's early by my standards. I might just be confused.

[heads off to get him some coffee :I]

[dieinnafire]

[sniggers]