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Sovann was stuck with the manful task of preparing klah for the Weyr. He was certainly not the only kitchen assistant assigned to that task, but he had the feeling that he had been given it because of the shannagins that he and his friends had been up to with the Klah-Off. Fortunately, he did know how to brew a good mug of klah, for all that he hadn't bothered with it for the contest. Diligently he worked at his task until he had gotten to a point where he felt that he could stop to enjoy his own handiwork. Taking what he intended to be a brief break, he untied the apron from around his neck and let it hang from his waist. It tied in the back as well, fortunately, so it didn't go anywhere... but this was much more comfortable. Humming one of his own off-key tunes, he picked up a mug and filled it with fresh Klah right from the source.

Oh Shards who was that? ... He looked familiar, why did he look- Oh dear. Was that... was that a hint of-- could it be?-- playfulness? No! He was imagining things, he was...! Startled, Sovann moved abruptly, sweeping the pot of klah off of the counter in his haste to put distance between himself and the distracting new person. He had noticed Kiriwar just in time to drop the mug he was holding, and it shattered, spilling all over the floor to mingle with the already dropped pot's contents. Somehow, the pot hadn't also shattered, but it had dumped quite a bit of klah onto the recently washed floor. "... J-Just an accident! Sorry, sorry!" Ordinarily, Sovann probably would've managed more than the yelp of a reply that he had come up with, but this was different. He didn't like to notice himself noticing people, not ever. It was not as though it happened frequently, but when it did it was problematic, and seemed to lead to bouts of clumsiness or just plain silly behavior. He had experienced the latter just a day or so ago with ... someone else, but this? This was most assuredly not good. "Maybe you'd better m-move it?" he managed, a little alarmed at the idea of the clean barrel becoming sodden with fresh klah.

Coughing in a very embarrassed way, Sovann flushed beneath his dark tan, and went searching for a mop. A mop, a mop, oh FARANTH he needed a mop! ... There! Only... only it was in use, but he needed it more! "'Scuse me, I need that real quick, all right?" Oh Shards and Shells he was embarrassed. Flustered, too. He wasn't used to so much company, and close to his age, and all... everyone at the Weyr was so fardling attractive. What was with that? Did the dragonriders only Search appealing boys and girls? Was that it? Stumbling over himself a little before he finally retrieved some of his dignity, he helped Kiriwar to pick up the shards before he began to frantically clean the floor. "I'm... I'm fine." He was never going to get used to this, he really wasn't. By the Egg, he had gotten klah all over the place! Furiously, he mopped at the floor, hoping to get it cleaned up before the cooks started noticing things. Though how they had missed the crash that had come when he had gone berserk, he didn't know.

"You didn't... scare me, I was distract-- Uh. My name's Sovann, and I'm usually not this articulate." No, he was usually more articulate, and much less clumsy. Every now and again, though, something like this would crop up, and it was getting to be problematic. He let the mop be taken from him so that he could edge a step back from Kiriwar, who seemed only to pleased to come nearer. Oh, the man was probably just being friendly, but 'friendly' was enough to make Sovann's hands tremble. He clenched them into fists. "It's not so bad, it's almost cleaned up, I think. I hope." The man looked really familiar, though. Had he perhaps attended the Klah-Off, or something? That could do it. Hmm. They hadn't really been introduced before, though, so that could explain how he didn't know the vintner's name.

Sovann smiled slightly, tucking a lock of hair absently behind one ear. "I thought you looked familiar. Yes, I was at the Klah-Off. Actually, I ran the Klah-Off along with my friends Okassis, and Inaari. Nan was there as well." But he did not count Nan as being among his friends. Friendly though she might be, Nandeli was trouble for him. "You probably tried the klah I made with Okassis, I'd guess. It's not like this stuff," he said, gesturing to the floor to indicate the klah that Kiriwar had just finished cleaning off of it. "I don't remember hearing your name."

"Did she? I must not have put the name to your face," Sovann mused, trying to remember. "Hnnnn... you're right, she did. Sorry, I forget these things, sometimes. Nice to meet you, too." Even though he had dropped the mug and half-destroyed a pot full of klah as a result of meeting him. It wasn't exactly Kiriwar's fault, now was it? No, it was entirely his own. Ah well. He'd probably catch trouble over it later, but for now he was enjoying the brief respite that the incident had created for him. "Nan is a scheming wench," he said with a slight pout, hiding the expression by ducking his head for a moment, and turning to set the counter to rights. "But I'll get back at her eventually."

His eyes glittering with mischief, Sovann grinned, glancing back at Kiriwar. "Oh, it won't be too mean... and I promise if we're making Klah, I won't put trundlebug legs in it this time." He laughed, shaking out the nervousness that had caused his flustered behavior. Well, that was only part of it, but that didn't matter. "Might as well get started before the cook looks this way." He took out another pot, humming an off-key tune once again as he assembled the various ingredients. "So, what's your pleasure? What do you think we should put in this 'un?" Maybe some cinnamon, or vanilla perhaps? Something spicy or sweet... tasty.

"That's what the rumor says. One of them, anyway. Hmmn, vanilla and nutmeg, sure. Something else, I think, as well." Sorting through the spices, Sovann grabbed what most appealed to him, as well as the ones he had promised Kiriwar. "Actually, you know what? Sit back. I want you to tell me what I've put in this when I'm done. Turn around. You're a vintner, right?" He'd seen Kiriwar's hands, which were a particularly interesting shade of berry. "You're probably fardling good at this kind of thing." He decided to wait to make sure that the man was turned around before he chose his ingredients. It would be more fun if he didn't know what they might be chosen from.