Attention, please.

[unhappysteward]

Kay has had just about enough of this nonsense.

So there is a sign in the main room, with a semi-scowling knight nearby. The spelling is creative, but it says roughly:

Those that want food, sign up below for whatever you can do. You'll do your job rotating with others. If you don't want to participate don't. Work and get food. Questions see

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[john_ofdarkness]

He signs his name by 'cooks'--glancing up at Kay, with irony in his look. "Reporting for duty."

[john_ofdarkness]

"And you've kept yourself above all that?"

[unhappysteward]

He snorts. "Do my job best I can. No man can do more."

[john_ofdarkness]

Significantly, "Ah."

[unhappysteward]

"You disagree?"

[john_ofdarkness]

"Only wondering how far above affairs you hold yourself." A vaguely flirtatious tone, partially cancelled by an ironic brow-raise.

[unhappysteward]

"I don't get involved in intrigues, if that's what you mean."

[john_ofdarkness]

"Or intrigued enough to be involved?"

[unhappysteward]

Eyeroll. "Aye."

[john_ofdarkness]

He leans back, then, wishing he had a cigarette (but he's rationing them now). "Dull life."

[unhappysteward]

He shrugs. "I keep busy."

[john_ofdarkness]

"No sex at all?"

[unhappysteward]

"Did I say that? I said no intrigues."

[john_ofdarkness]

"I'm relieved. I was about to pity you."

[unhappysteward]

"Rich girls are too much work."

[john_ofdarkness]

"--never mind, I can pity you far more easily for heterosexuality than celibacy. You poor man."