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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 1:50 pm
She grins at him and says. 'You do, I'm grabbing a quick bite then heading down to check on Tam's wings. I want to make certain for myself that they were damaged in last night's excursion." He reaches for her cloak and calls back across her shoulder. "Oh... and good luck. Ye haven't been around for awhile, he dug up some interesting arguments on why his diet is perfectly find. None of them are valid by the way... but some are amazing."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 1:52 pm
*Kero smiles, leaving Shar's dinner under a salamander warmed dish, and carries Mica's into his office, bowing first to the aid*
Is the old coot ready for his nightly struggle, Bro. Grayson?
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:02 pm
Mica's assistant shows him in and laughs. "Not exactly, he's in the middle of a translation, while shoving bit's of steak into his maw... willy nilly... I don't even think he's tasting it... poor cook. And he's been trying to hard to get him to comment on something."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:09 pm
*Kero nods, then looks at Mica...not caring if Lathander kicks him, he darkens the book the Priest is reading with illusion, and exerts space to keep the ink from spilling when the old priest starts*
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:12 pm
Mica sits back and rubs his eyes tiredly, blinking rapidly. "Kero..." he calls softly. "I pray that's you and not my eyes."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:16 pm
*Kero reveals himself from the shadow in the door*
It is, Dawnlord, I brought you supper...and you need to stop working and eat.
*Sets his plate before him, removing the cover with a flourish...making sure to waft the delectable scent up into Mica's nostrils*
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:26 pm
"Well, you certainly have a way of making a point." says Mica in a tired voice, He sniffs at the plate and smiles. "It smells good. What is it?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:31 pm
*Kero smiles*
Fish, stewed in broth made from Shrimp I brought back when I tunneled out to sea earlier this year, then boiled down to a glaze. With it are carrots, glazed in a peppered ginger-ale, and a salad of greens appropriate to the season, covered in a balsamic vinegar. There is also a tangy bread, and I took the liberty of getting you a glass odf milk to go with the cider I know you drink.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:48 pm
Mica sighs. "Milk, Kero... on top of greens and carrots... too... I'm not a child nor am I a goat."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:53 pm
*Kero chuckles*
Ah, but you are...yer an old goat sometimes, ye know....and be you child, goat, or grumpy old priest, ye need to eat a balanced meal.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 3:29 pm
"Eskimos lived long and healthy lives and they don't eat vegetables." grumbles Mica testily, picking up his fork.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 3:34 pm
*Kero laughs*
But you're not an eskimo, and we're not in frozen weather year round. Besides, I'll bet they'd live even longer, more healthy lives if they did eat vegetables, Dawnlord.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:50 pm
Mika grumbles and takes a bite, making a face as he does so. "I'm too far up the food chain to be saddled with this muck." he mumbles under his breath. He quickly digs into the fish to remove the taste.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 8:02 pm
*Kero smiles*
No, you're not...why do you think humans have the teeth to eat them? I'm the one who's too far up the food chain...I have nothing to use for them, remember?
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 8:14 pm
Mica snorts through his nose and reaches for another bite of fish, bypassing the carrots and salad.
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