A Redfruit a Day (open)

[Lesa]

Medusa smirked as she ducked Ipgenia's friendly swat. Good to know that she had come to realize a hand raised didn't mean it was going to hit her, nor that a hand swung towards her meant she had to take the hit, or that, whether or not in connected, the hand was raised in anger. Sometimes they could be raised in minor annoyance, like right now.
"Genia, it's not like I don't know the exact count of our food supplies. I've been watching them still, even if I stepped down. Not going to completely abandon what I've worked at doing for so long, even if I'm only a Candidate now. I know this place near better than anyone, even a few of the riders! So don't get mad at me for taking one redfruit; you know C'fael wants me to get all the food I can. Or if you have to, take it from K'nan's portions, he won't miss it." The older woman took a moment to roll her eyes at the gold-skinned girl's cheeky words, then went back to work. She knew Medusa was right.

The young woman had been here from the first, with the riders. Knew all of them, had been their Headwoman at the beginning - in short, she was a veritable staple at the Weyr. Not that she could do no wrong; she just always had an answer for why she did things, even things that seemed odd or rude to the newcomers. They hadn't been here in the beginning, when it had been even worse, (or better, depending on one's view) than it was now. Almond-eyes glinted as Medusa bit into the redfruit, enjoying the sweet taste.

She hopped up on one of the tables, legs swinging. C'fael was so proud of her for coming so far with everything! She loved her 'brother', more than anyone. Hmmm. Be lunch soon, have to make sure no one had spoiled the stew again. But after she finished this delicious redfruit.[/size]

[anq]

R'del only caught the tail-end of Medusa's words with the other woman as he walked in and tried not to pay any attention to it. It wasn't his business what food the girl was eating anyway. But Jilteth, as always, had other ideas.

Oh 'delmine, you should sit with her! Get some fruit, you should eat too don't you think? Eating if good for you, y'know. Mmm or you could just talk to her about food. Yum.

Knowing he'd be pestered until his green forgot what she was actually hassling him about, R'del changed direction to wind up standing across from the Candidate. It took a second for him to think of what to say and he was positive he was giving off that creepy quiet old man vibe. Not the best way to start what he'd hoped to be a normal conversation. Shards.

"Er, hi Medusa. I didn't know you were the stealing type?" He have her a weak half-smile as he instantly regretted his words. Yeah, definately creepy. Thanks Jil.

Oh, you're most welcome dear heart. Yay us!

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"I'm sure we'd all be capable of stealing if it really came down to it;" Jubilee commented to the greenrider as she came ambling up. There was amusement in her voice, the faintest traces of laughter and hope. She wasn't being too serious, though what she said was quite true in her opinion. There wasn't any opportunity for anything but dark humor much those days. Making conversation with those she came across in the kitchens was at least something good and wholesome to do. She offered Medusa a small smile and a nod, knowing the other candidate as well as could be expected in the little Weyr. They lived and worked together, after all, but the same duties that thrust them together also kept them apart on many occasions, especially because Jubilee focused on little else but work. She also had her brother, her vitally important remaining family, and her flitters to care for in her free time. No matter how independent they were, she had to look out for them.

"I'm Jubilee;" the candidate with the shaved head added for the benefit of R'del, who she could easily identify as one of the riders but doubtlessly didn't know little, lowly her. She had heard his awkward comment and responded to it, but she offered no judgment on his manner. She would have offered the greenrider her hand to shake, but they were filthy, streaked with soot along with her shirt. Instead, she swept passed them and got herself a small cup of water, using it to clean out her mouth before she circled back around to pause by Medusa again. The girl seemed nice. That was really all she had to go on. "You're both doing, well, I hope?" It wasn't difficult for her to start meddling. It certainly wasn't hard for her to ask polite questions to people she should certainly know. To her, conversation was very rarely awkward. She'd talk to whoever she pleased when something or someone happened to catch her attention. It was that mothering bit of her.

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