Bereck's deadpan became even more dead, which was quite an achievement given his normal deadpan was so dead it was probably fossilized. By that standard this look was a complete skeleton of a rare species of 'pan' that took pride of place in a prestigious museum. "Don't push your luck boy," the healer said flatly, getting back to work with his lips pressing together in disapproval once more. He wouldn't refuse a patient pain relief... but he might just let one think that he might.
After a moment he gruffly added; "No allergies. I'm not fussy with food." Good food was good when it was on offer but when it wasn't either due to availability of the food itself or availability of time, Bereck was quite capable of surviving on bread, fruit and whatever else was available and easy to grab without fuss. Klah cookies, however, would be a very welcome addition to his diet should they exist in more than potentia.
Warden's Weyr
Pern. A prison. A glorious choice.