R43 - Y'all hating's useless

[with_my_teacup]

[Public]
[The feed opens on a simple poster with the hand-blocked words WE NEED HELP IN THE KITCHEN.]

Testing out a new option to save time. Specifically right now we need a warden supe for lunch shift, until Ben comes home. If you're not used to working on a line or feeding a lot of people, we won't drop you into combat with no training. Marsh and I will help you out.

Oh. Not related to the kitchen-- I smelled a still running last month. Whoever it is, I want to pick your brain about fermentation.


[Filtered to Iris]
Iris. You got some time this afternoon to talk weasel shit and entropy? I'm willing to barter for your know-how. [He lifts a bottle of oil into the feed; last christmas, he gave her a massage, because sometimes it seems like she metabolizes stress the same way Arthas eats death. And the feeding's been good on that score lately.]

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[private]

[routemistress]

Up to it? This sort of thing's my bread and vodka, Riddick love, plus I owe Arthas one.

[She laughs softly.]

Academy education starts with the quantum and works backwards from there. I can get 'old of a distillation chamber easy enough, or build one; the tricky part'll be distilling down the negative essence. I don't know if anyone - bugger me, I wish Rassilon were still 'ere. Or any bugger I could bounce this stuff off of... no, scratch that, I do 'ave, I've got Chromie. I'd need 'er just for the translation, in any case.

Re: [private]

[with_my_teacup]

Thank you.

[He means that sincerely--it's bare of any cloaking sarcasm. This is way out of his expertise.]

Massage is still on the table.