Galley, easily observable:
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Bront said:
"Anyone else?" he asks as he dishes up a second plate.
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Diedrik waves away the offer.
[sblock=Eldish]"I'm alright to get my own, cheers though."[/sblock]
He collects a few of the crispier pieces of bacon, and a mug of whatever drink is closest at hand, which he is quick to get a mouthful of. Once he gets himself settled into a seat he spots Yuriko rummaging through the kitchen, and smiles understandingly.
[sblock=Larakese]"Not one for eating things that once had a heartbeat?" he asks amicably.[/sblock][/sblock]
Rystil:
[sblock]*When the scent of bacon hits his nose Diedrik changes his mind. It couldn't hurt to eat a little. He was, after all, quite partial to the tastier bits of muscle tissue of those delightful creatures who lived in their own filth. Delicious.*
Heh, I should be careful or I'll put myself off eating.
*He decides against having Kirkesh get his food for him. The guy still rubbed him the wrong way, but he wouldn't jeopardise the job by being honest. Less contact would reduce risk of... complications. When Diedrik gets his food he throws a few of the more flavoursome looking pieces on a plate, then grabs the closest jug of drink and empties a portion into a mug. He takes a swig, partly to find out what it is, but mostly to get rid of the taste of waking up.*
Hmm, where's Yuriko? This is a waste of time if Yuriko isn't here, and I certainly can't talk to Yanessa with Kirkesh around... oh, there she is. Heh, that's right, she's a monk. Those poor monks miss out on a lot of good things.
*Diedrik bounces a friendly question off Yuriko, already knowing the answer but simply desiring conversation with one of his more tolerable colleagues. He'd enjoy a good chat with Gaius, but that would require tapping his resevoire of more powerful magics for the day, and he never knew when they might come in handy.*[/sblock]