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Order of the Sword & Rose
*Quezan swallows his mouthful and considers the question. What was his intentions for Eopia? Ordinarily when Quezan pursued a babe it was for a smooch or hug. Having a babe go steady with him so he could get a continuos supply of said smooches would be ideal. His friends like Zolbuddy and Points had steady babes at the ready for that. Quezan frowned deeply at the thought of having Eopia at the ready for smooches. Not that he would decline her if she offered, but his feelings for her seemed greater then just a need for a smooch.*
"My intentions for Eopia are...to make her happy. Does that sound strange? If something is bothering her I want to comfort, if she needs something I want to get it for her, if her pillows need fluffing then I...Oh hey Lady Vali and the Tykester. Come join us, the dwarfy babe here just whipped up some grub. Yes, bekfass indeed. She makes food that looks like yesterday's dirty laundry, but it is quite tasty let me tell you."
*Quezan takes another bite and moans with pleasure at the taste.*
In the Galley…
The cook smiles at the approaching Valianna and replies to her question.. “Lady d’Eberron, would you believe right out of that box?” She points with her wash rag at the crate with its top askew. She then points to Xandius. “…and that one for some reason thinks that one” she points at Quezan, “…is to be on the menu!”
She sighs heavily and begins to breathe heavily hands on her waist. “I’ll tell you milady, it has been far too stressful an outing already this morning. Between the passengers waltzing into my domain demanding Pea soup, or popping out of my ingredient boxes and delivering… oh yes!” She throws both hands in the air and rushes to a cupboard. She very carefully reaches in and grabbing a saucer from behind her back unseen, she does some maneuvering in the pantry.
When she returns once more to sight, she is carrying a plate piled with pastries, sweets and confections. Her smile is huge as she shows them to Tyrael. His eyes grow huge.
The cook frowns at Quezan’s babe comment but seems temporarily mollified by his moans of pleasure. Enough so that she doesn’t brain him with a nearby rolling pin. She gingerly places the plate of marvels before Tyrael and out of reach of Xandius and Quezan.
In the Fellowship Hall…
“HE KILLED ME!” Eeyoor shouts then calms. “Okay so maybe it wasn’t him, but it was because of him. That she-devil of a mother of his waltzed in, asked a few questions and when I resisted, she killed me. Then she raised me as undead and tortured me. Asked me more questions for days and days then killed me again! It was his fault though. She was asking all about him, kind of like you are now…” He pauses. “Say… you wouldn’t be…”
He quickly looks back and forth between the two of them and makes a run for the door.
In the Airship Dining Room…
Points smiles at Deriaz. “That’s right Big Blue, our very own tavern. It won’t replace the Phoenix, but it’ll be a good place to whet your whistle while on the road. You do have a whistle, don’t you?” Points grins slyly. “Top o’ the stairs my friend. Top of the stairs…”
::Walks along side Jeatra, she pockets her pipes, grasping Jeatra’s hand if she wants, whispering into Jeatra’s ear “Wow, Points is going all out on this. You are still sure its okay I am with you.. right?” Her hazel eyes more impressed with the delicate woodwork in the stairway than the overly opulent room previously viewed.
Once they reach the dining room, she smiles to herself as she watches the centerpieces with a keen eye for detail. Her thoughts are her own, but she imagines her puppets being enhanced and dancing with the same magics. She looks to Points and shakes her head, she could have done something similar with Sereynes help at probably a fraction of the cost, with more love and enjoyment. But she shrugs to herself, Points has been through a lot, he obviously wants to impress, and her own hand carved items were too.. earthy. Shrugging to herself, she giggles and points out the beholder to Jeatra, “Looks a bit drunken to me.” Then her eyes fall on the Mark on the floor and she closes her eyes briefly, a slight spasm in her arm jerking her hand and causing her elbow to go lax. She concentrates a moment and regains control. Her practiced eye examines the mark, and views the stage with a bit of trepidation now. She would be happy to perform and entertain the others, but the thoughts of being up on that stage… she shakes her head and returns her attention and a brilliant smile to Points as he explains the room to the others. ::