Have a Drink!

[Wolfy]

((I have official permission from Wesku
to take temporary control over T'sai.))

T'sai was staring into his cup of coffee moodily enough that it might actually just be called glaring. Faranth's Egg! Why can it not it be something more like Klah? At least Pernese Klah actually tastes good!

He was sitting in the middle of the Dining Hall, at a otherwise abandoned table, in a scarcely populated room.

J'kent, was in a somewhat better mood, seeing as he had just woken up after a full naight's and the better part of a day's sleep. He too had a cup of steaming coffe in his hand, while the other was piled high with bits and pieces of food. He felt starved.

Seeing T'sai, he cheerfully hailed him and asked the other Rider if he could sit in one of the seats surrounding him.

((Yeah, fail post. I'm so awesome.))

[Wesku]

T'sai looked up as the other rider hailed him. The man turned out to be the Candidatemaster.

He must have his hands full. With two egg heavy Greens, there are bound to be some candidates.

Smiling to show he did not mind, T'sai made room for the Greenrider.

"Be my guest, I could use the company."

[Wolfy]

"Be my guest, I could use the company." Jakent grinned widely, precariously balancing his food and coffee while he pulled out a chair.

It ended up a little messy.

With a loud clatter, the plate tipped itself and floated (rather quickly) downard....and into T'sai's lap. "Blast! I'm sorry!"

[Wesku]

T'sai blinked at the food in his lap and raised an eyebrow up at his company. Hi face was blank, and his tone bland.

"Do you have any idea how this could have gotten here?"

The only indication of emotion was the mirth that shone in his eyes. The Brownrider found this turn of event amusing, unpredicted and inopportune but amusing.

Picking up the plate off the floor and placing it back on the table, T'sai slowly and polity began removing the food from his lap and placing it back onto the plate as if nothing was amiss.

"My name is T'sai by the way. I ride Brown Gruulath."

[Wolfy]

Looking faintly harrassed, J'kent quickly placed his cut of coffee next to the plate and stooped down, trying to clean as much of the steaming mess off of his aquantence. After a moment, he hurried away and came back with a small stack of towels. "Again, I am very sorry for all of this."

J'kent reached underneath the table for a runaway piece of toast when a little something else happened. As he was pulling himself out, he had the fantastic luck to his his head on the bottom of the table. As the chain of events unfold before T'sai's amused gaze, the shaking table tips the scalding hot coffee over, leaving it to pour itself on its would-be drinker.

Yelping with pain as the liquid draped itself over his back, a tiny blue emerged from his shoulder-long hair, sqeaking with surprise and confusion.

[Wesku]

T'sai quickly jumped up from his seat and grabbed the towels that had been handed to him. Food crumbs were a pain true, but hot liquid could actually burn a person. Shooing the fire-lizard off J'kent, T'sai draped a towel over the creature and let it be. Then he eased the older man out from beneath the table and began quickly wiping his back and neck off.

"You have a knack for the clumsy, do you not? I could have kicked the toast from under the table. You did not have to stoop to retrieve it."

After making sure the other man was significantly tended to, T'sai turned his attention to the floor and began mopping up the spill beverage.

[Wolfy]

J'kent, even if T'sai was trying to clean it up, stubbornly snatched the towel off of himself and laid it across the liquid, wiping it up. Cocking an eyebrown at him, J'kent replied that "Usually, no, I'm not this clumsy. Today, though? Absolutely."

When the steaming stuf had been taken care of, J'kent used the now warm towel to scoop much of the rest of the food up off the floor. Tossing the laden towel on the plate, he snatched his Firelizard hatchling out of the air, where he nuzzled against His, crooning pitiously.

He placed Rune down, and quickly removed his soaked shirt. Flashing a sheepish grin at the other, he said "All in a day's work, is it not?"

[Wesku]

T'sai politely turned his head when the other man removed his shirt. While he was turned, T'sai removed his jacket and offered it to the other man. It was one of the jackets the Earth people called 'hoodies.' T'sai had grown fond of them and wore one almost every morning since the weather had turned cold. He didn't need it though. It was warm inside the Weyr. Besides, he couldn't let a slightly damp man walk around without an article of clothing.

He would catch his death of what the Earth people called a 'cold.'

"Take it. You are not putting that damp thing back on any time soon."

[Wolfy]

Chuckling, J'kent refused the offered clothing. "No; I come from High Reaches Weyr. To me, this feels right at home!" As if to agree with him, Rune clumsily flew toward his shoulder once more, blinkling sleepilly and stretching with contentment. He couldn't help but chuckle. It was a good thing Dust wasn't there.

"I'll be going back to my Weyr soon enough, anyway. My green, Marith, is still sleeping."

[Wesku]

T'sai shrugged and tossed the article of clothing over his shoulder. Now that it was off, there was no point in putting it back on. If J'kent wanted to walk around half naked, it was his own choice. There was nothing T'sai could do about it. There was something T'sai could do though.

"You came in here to eat. It would be pure folly for you to leave here without breaking your fast."

Turning on his heel, T'sai marched sharply into the kitchens to prepare his elder another plate of food as identical to the spoiled one as possible. It had been awhile since T'sai had been able to be useful. He almost missed the rigorous days of working from sun-up to sun-down. There was something to be said about his work ethic.

[Wolfy]

J'kent chuckled as he watched T'sai march determinedly off toward the kitchens once more. After a moment, he followed, a pile of steaming rags and a tray of destroyed food in his scarred hands. Depositting them safely into the correct chutes, he grabbed a jar of juice from behind one of the cook's backs, where she had put it while getting something else.

It was wxtremely the amusing when she turned aorund. He half expected her to jump onto the counter and start cursing in most profane manner possible.

"You don't have to do thatm you know." he entreatied the younger rider when he finally came up behind him.

[Wesku]

Tossing a look over his shoulder, T'sai silently made it clear that he wouldn't be pursued. His elder had just had hot coffee dumped down his back after already humiliating himself by spilling his breakfast T'sai. It hardly mattered that T'sai really had nothing to do with it. The only thing the younger man was concerned with was the fact that his elder was stressed and burned. Making him a replacement breakfast was the least T'sai could do.

T'sai turned back to his task and quickly began refilling the plate with flaky pastries the Earthens called crepes as well as slicing some fruit to cover the pastry. T'sai wasn't sure if the candidate master liked any toppings, so he left them off. T'sai smirked amusedly.

"Make sure this one ends up where it's supposed to."

Handing the plate to the Greenrider, T'sai left the kitchen and sat back down at his seat. He had done his duty as a youth although he hoped they could continue their conversation. T'sai would enjoy some company before leaving to oil Gruulath.