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Kalis wiped his brow, wetted from the heat of the stove and other appliances, and simply running about. He started pouring himself a glass of some iced tea- that kind from the mix that was almost as much sugar as anything else. He reached for other cups, but decided to leave them alone. Drinks, maybe he ought to ask about first. That was easy enough, and people were just filing down....

The plates were all gone. Well, if Luke had placed them all, that was more than fine. He left his own cup while the guy cooked, and or did whatever else, sitting on the kitchen counter with empty ones until he'd get back to them.

With a hand tucked halfway into his pocket, he came out at a lazy saunter, nodding to Owle with a little grin, wondering absently why she was so cheered. Though, it didn't matter too much. Mostly, it was just nice to see.

While they talked, he wandered over to the table, and stopped at a random seat- we'll call it his, for convineince sake- and glanced aground, leaning on the back of the chair. The guest had his soup. He had a little sandwich, grilled bread with gooey cheese, still hot, on each plate. But that guy was off cooking himself something in neglect of it, so...

He grabbed that spare plate, and walked right up to they're newest guest. The plate clattered lightly for a second as he uncermoniously sort of tossed it down when his hand was so close to the table he might as well have set it down, and gave a casual glance over Lazenca, and back to his eyes again. "We had an extra. Want it?"

((Likewise; Rain doesn't really know where Kalis is/was before he came out, let alone that he was getting food for us. Keeping metagaming down to a minimum helps preseve the illusion o.o' ))



Rain looked around the walls of the Tavern until he saw a clock on the wall for him to check. He then looked back at Kalis and his juggling act. Then back to the clock. Then back to Kalis.

After giving a low, prolonged, single whistle, and clapped his hands together a few times. "Man, you guys work fast. That has got to be a world record."

His mouth opened to answer Kalis, but closed when Owle spoke. Insert another long moment of silence before his right hand lifted for whatever utensil there may be on that plate and the answer came low. Unless Owle was straining, she wouldn't hear it... however, perhaps Kalis would relay the message or his actions would do it.

"This will do."

How simple it was, this matter of obtaining cooked meals.

(HOOKED ON TEH MATRIX WORKED FOR ME!)

Rand, taking advantage of how his mom had completely forgotten about him (which happened fairly often, seeing how easily she could be overwhelmed by just a few guests), had found some cookies in the kitchen, poured himself a glass of milk, and scurried out the back door before anyone caught him in the act. He was now busying himself by consuming his "lunch" out of his mother's watchful eye.

He might be hungry for something more substantial, later.

"Thanks," Owle said to Kalis, still smiling, unconcerned about Rand. He was probably up in his room, and would come down when he got hungry. "It's a big help."

She glanced upstairs at the question about their injured guest, as if she could look through the ceiling and second floor right up to where the woman was. "No change. She's toom temperature, and asleep. I'm just hoping she wakes up."

He was...embarrassed? Why? Because she'd thanked him for the food?

Silly.

The thought was affectionate, rather than an admonishment, and despite her shields a little, undefinable postive emotion leaked out into the air.

And then there was MORE. Soup, and...well, water wasn't all that special, but soup? She'd expected that he'd just done the sandwiches, this was...wow.

Less than she'd have cooked, had she cooked, but more than she'd ever expected would be done for her.

"I'll put some water on for hot chocolate after we eat, okay?" she said to Rain, then headed over to the bar and took a seat next to Kalis, leaving a seat on her right open for Rain.

After checking to make sure Kalis wasn't in the middle of putting food into his mouth, Owle wrapped one arm around him, squeezed, and made a cute little contented sound. He'd done her a favor, and he was snuggly. Hopefully the little gesture wouldn't get him as flustered as another round of thank yous would have.

As Rain followed Owle towards the bar, he ignored Luke's chatter as he spoke with his mouth chock full of half-chewed food, most likely dropping bits and pieces onto his plate and table as he ate. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Lazenca, who he couldn't tell if he was staring at them, or just off into space. He only glanced though, as not to make the man self-conscious at all.

Sitting down, he smiled and bowed his head towards Kalis. "Thank you for the food, Sir Kalis. Don't wait for me though, you two must be much hungier than I am, having competed just this morning."

((Yeah, it just dawned on me. We're still on the last day of the tournament, huh? >.<' And now, back to your regularly scheduled RP post.))

Despite Luke's advice, Rain would eat at a normal, leisurely, not-half-starved pace, taking regular bites and observing Owle and Kalis. He chewed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to thoughts of his daughter, who he would have to call later. After all, the animal guy was doing a good job reminding him of his limited mortality. He really had no time to be idle, but that's what made Rain savor every last bite. One could never know when it would be his/her last.

((Yes. We're failing at expediency.))

She'd have to wait for him to take a bite or two before she got that pause, and he'd freeze right up when she did. His shoulders shot up, arms going up and spreading out stiff as someone might backed against a wall, feeling for their way away. His head snapped downward, and for a moment, he just sort of blinked in surprise.

He lowered the arms, shutting his eyes and wiping the blank startled look off his face, wrapping one loosely behind her with a little sigh. Well, she was happy, he was relaxed, and no one- that he knew of anyway, and that was what was important- was actively trying to kill each other.

I haven't the foggiest what it's about, but...

He squeezed just a little for a second, and then left the arm loosely draped around her shoulders, elbow on the back of her chair. He opened an eye, and fed himself a spoon of the soup, watching Rain on Owle's far side as he did.

"Sir"...

He snorted.

"You're going to make me feel guilty about just digging in if you remind me I'm neglecting my manners like that." he chuckled, and took another bite of his sandwich, the little thick quickly dwindling, before he downed a swig of the sugary tea. "And there's no need for the title. I'm no knight."

The eye followed Luke up and part the way away, lazily, before it came back to the table. "Looks like I waited a few days too long. Flare's wandered off, and I'm trying to figure out what Athan's favorite vintage wines are- and how I can smuggle a few into him to lighten up his stay a little." He left his mouth open a crack, half feeling a yawn, but it slowly died away. "Guess the other teams wouldn't've cared to stop by then either, anyhow. Everyone seemed awful intense about the game." he admited to himself it would have been an absolute wonder to have had money to absolve all his debts, including those the Firebrand would never leave him bill for. And that he'd wanted to prove himself for his team. He'd taken it seriously, but... some of those people seemed like they'd have murdered just because it was there by the end. And when people let that sort of intensity in an ambition come over them, they were rarely anything but a pain in the a**.