Kitchen Spam - saturday morning

[with_my_teacup]

[The breakfast menu just got kid friendly-- and the kitchen just got a lot better secured. No little hands in sharp places, or high places, or hot places; Riddick has it locked down. He's also keeping a serious eye on the mess hall, dividing his attention between waffles and doing walkarounds.

Unfortunately, he's not quite himself. He found this pair of smoked eyeglasses... and he's been trying not to talk ever since he put them on. Fucking floods, am I right.]

Comments

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Never?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

Not since it happened.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Do you get tired?

[Concerned face, tiny Ned. A very concerned face.]

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

Sometimes.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Can you sleep?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

I don't know.

I can't dream.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[That's the kind of thing that drives people insane. Riddick frowns, more worried.]

I wish you would try to sleep.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

I can't. I can only sleep in my house.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

I understand. It is difficult to sleep in unfamiliar surroundings. I am sorry, Ned. I wish it was easier.

How is the oven progressing?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

You should take it out now.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick does, with grace.]

My breakfast shift will be over and lunch will be in soon. They will be safer company. Will you contact me if anyone tells you to leave? I can explain things.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

What's your name?

Re: [Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Richard Riddick. Breakfast shift supervisor.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

I'll remember.