Sneaking Giblets
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Kitchens
The kitchen is large and well-stocked with technology as well as those with culinary skill. State of the art equipment has been brought in from the various crafts to be used - stoves and large ovens replacing the hearths that used to be in here. Three baking ovens are usually going full bore half the day, from early morning through to mid-afternoon. Large windows take up the entire of the western wall, generally open wide to the mountainous landscape beyond allowing the cool breezes in to keep the kitchen's temperature to a desirable level.
Tables, cabinets, and counters take up the remaining spaces and walls. Various spices, herbs, and other foodstuffs are found here, and what's not ready at hand is tucked away back in the storage caverns or the massive cold-room large enough to walk inside.
The night hearth beside the door to the main caverns has been kept out of a sense of nostalgia, but the smaller stove set beside it is what's actually used to prepare late-night food. This is where you find late night meals of stew and soup simmering in pots, and pitchers of klah and tea in their electric units to be kept warm.


Xanadu Weyr stands out above the rest with it's technological advances well ahead of the other established Weyrs. Even it's very kitchens boasts top of the line equipment and functional cold stores, yet one man prefers to keep in the old fashion way of doing things. Set up behind a wide countertop, Percival hums a song to himself while he sharpens his knives with a traditional stone. A green firelizard sits perched on the back of a chair, well away from the rack of raw ribs sitting on her hoomins countertop. Gristle is a good girl, so she gets the extra noms when he's done. Thankfully, Spring isn't too bad in Xanadu, so the weather's fine morning breezes sailing through the kitchens makes the space comfortable for the butcher to work in peace.

Among the hustle and bustle of normal kitchen activity, someone probably sticks out like a sore thumb. That someone would be Rhodelia as the bartender turned candidate turned bartender once more clings enters the kitchen and immediately clings to the wall, no cooking or baking apparatus are to be seen in her hands. The blonde woman gingerly peers out the door through the living caverns before looking back to the kitchens. Taking a brief survey of her options (and the location of any possible headwoman's assistants), she doesn't leave the safety of the wall but slowly, begins to do an over-exagerated not-so-sneaky creep over towards the butcher side of the kitchens.

Percival… isn't sure if he should be worried or amused but there he stands, mid-carve through the ribs as those amber eyes just watch in amusement. A crooked smile finds it's place amongst the man's whiskers but he says nothing, glancing back to his rack to continue handling it the way it should be handled. There's plenty of solid racks in the cold stores, this one has to be partitioned for an out-going meal order. Sometimes riders like to just eat out in the wilderness after a hard day of work! Especially with the weather taking a break for a change. Once the knife is safely out from between bone, Percy taps the blade on the countertop to a little tune, his head swaying from side to side. "Don't back into a stovetop, now. As much as I would love to see someone do that despite it happening several times a sevenday, you don't work here so I have to be nice." See? He even has a smile on his face!

Rhodelia straightens up from her half-crouch that wasn't as sneaky as she thought and gives a paranoid glance over her shoulder before waving at the man as if to lower his voice despite it being a kitchen and ya know… loud. "I won't be here long." She glances back towards the entrance way as sound carries in from the caverns, definitely something but too muffled to make out any words or voices. It's enough for the woman to hurry up her step and swivel around the counter to crouch beside the butcher, mostly hidden from the doorway, hopefully. "Not long at all. I'll owe you a drink." And if he's spent any time in the Wherry at all, he can probably recognize her enough to know she's good for it.

Speaking of Wherry. "Well, if you insist and I'm going to be holding you to it. Just uh, watch out for any dangling things that might've made their way down there. Wherries are messy things to process, even their guts like to put up a fight if it's fresh enough." Nevermind there's a healthy amount of splatter on the apron, all in a good days work. "So," Percival begins, smirking at the doorway. "Who you hiding from, anyway? Doubt they'd make it this far back without getting put to work." If folks wanna eat, they can afford to offer a sack or two to carry from stores, right? Rhody's alcohol related contribution appeases the Percival so she is safe for now.

Rhodelia may have already stuck her hand in a not-so-mysterious puddle, but she's used to dealing with at least some questionable substances and just wipes it on the back of her pants. Out of sight, out of mind. "I'll keep that in mind. I know a hunter that can probably tell you all about the ways wherries like to put up a fight…" Not that the man that has been elbow deep in entrails this morning doesn't know plenty of ways wherries like to battle. As for who she's hiding from, Rhodelia peeks up above the counter before darting back into her hiding corner quickly again. "If I tell you, you'll laugh."

Laugh? Him? Definitely! All he can do is offer her the best assholish grin he can summon given the hour (gotta ration for his fans) and simply shrug. "You got me there. I still wanna know, though." The knife is picked back up and he makes another score in the meat before sawing down through the raw gristle and bone til he has another favorable portion. Percival does eye a little dangling bit of fat so he quickly slices off the sliver and just flings it in the firelizards general direction. Gristle puffs up, eyes locked on target and she lunges forward for the morsel, almost toppling off of the chair but the green manages to hold on! "Sorry, girl. I'll aim better next time."

Rhodelia groans as she sinks down lower into the make shift corner. It's okay there. It's mostly safe and free of things like wherry gizzards, although it's a close call with the missed morsel intended for the firelizard. "It's my father." The grown woman turns a bit red as she admits that she's hiding from her parents like a wayward child (that she may or may not be). And if he does manage to make his way into the kitchens, the vintner definitely won't be lugging sacks of flour around. That's what apprentices are for.

"Your father, huh? So… what kind of drink are we talking?" Important matters, you see! Percival puts down the knife and lifts the portioned ribs onto the pile of the rest. He leans forward, craning his neck to a sound, a serious look on his face. "Was that footsteps I hear?" he says cautiously, tapping his fingers on the counter top. A person does indeed go by, but it's just one of those pesky apprentices. Only they were carrying tubers. Percy is totally gonna pretend he wasn't startled by his own backfired joke. See, Rhody? Totally in control. Or something. "He must be, uh, some intimidating sort."

"He's a vintner, Benden," Rhodelia is more than a little self-focused at the moment and so just jumps to the assumption that the drinks were somehow related to her father. And the whole disappearing in the middle of the night with just a letter and her knot left behind. Just a little family drama, as good for the soul as wherry noodle soup! Rhody does go white at the joke and clings to the cabinet behind her, but when tuber boy walks by, she glares and reaches out to bat slightly at the butcher's shins. "You don't even know the half of it. Probably wants to drag me back home." Or you know, just confirm with his own eyes she's alive. One or the other!

"At this day and age, folks are gonna have a hard time dragging people back if they're wielding the right sharp pointies. Do you have any sharp pointies, uh… Hrm." That's right, he's thinking. Tapping his stained fingers on his chin in thought while those amber eyes count the possibilities. They glance down, towards Rhodelia and a sinister smile takes place. Perhaps his regular smile, who knows. "Got any sharp pointies, Giblets?" He snorts, moving things about the counter before he pulls the rack a little closer and then the knife is taken up again. He refrains from humming this time, both curious to her answer and her opinion of her new name. Whether she likes it or not, it's stickin! "Benden Vintners are the worst! Arrogant assholes."

Rhodelia has probably had worst nicknames. Right now she doesn't seem to care, what she's called. She has no shame as the cowering so clearly shows. "Are you suggesting I attack my father?" Because she just keeps hearing the phrase sharp pointies and seeing as the butcher has all those knives around… "I don't really do confrontation." But corners she can do as she wraps her arms around her knees and ponders. "You don't know the half of it. My brother was at least alright. Maybe he just didn't have enough time to ferment in his vintner-ness."

"I, myself, am a well produced asshole. I don't need a fancy professional title to get it. I'm an all natural one." Complete with preening and collar flipping. "If he's still interested in attempting anything with a yelling woman wielding a knife, it's the attention that's gonna keep him at bay. You know how many 'heros' *eyerolls* there are out here? I'll put my marks on any girl willing to lay out her dear pa in public, though. No doubt about it." Cause he's a gentleman! Sometimes. A drawer is opened and closed, then a clean hand towel is passed down to Gible-er, Rhodelia, in offering. She'll have to leave the comfort of her hiding spot, eventually. Can't have her look like she rolled about in entrails.

Looking like she rolled around in entrails as she runs away screaming would definitely be A strategy. Probably not a good one, but would most likely not end up with her on a dragon back to Benden seeing as Xanadu's got their own perfectly decent mindhealers. Rhodelia does take the towel, dabs a bit at some of the blood that got on her face, but mostly just twist and turns it anxiously. "Leirith would probably declare it badass and make a good diversion." She's still chewing on her bottom lip as she considers options. "I just… WHY is he here? I never even told him where I was going?" There may have been the little thing about the harpers and the news about a little thing called a Hatching, even if she didn't Impress.

"You know… If Leirith thinks you're badass, she's not gonna let anyone take you from her. She's like… Freakishly obsessive about things. Might work in your favor." Oh, Percival has heard all about that gold nonstop since he first got to the weyr after transferring. He's been careful to stay off the radar so far, just watching the carnage from a distance. Carnage with a cold ale and a side of bacon! "Well, you're welcome to stay here and hide under my apron as long as you need. Doubt he'd find you here, Giblets. If anyone asks, I'll just tell 'em to shove off and stop harrassing my help." Help with a side of alcohol.

"So if I do have to deck my father, make sure to do it in front of the senior queen. Got it." Rhodelia rolls her eyes a bit. It would probably be quite a show for anyone wanting to watch with their alcohol and bacon. There's another loud sound from the caverns and it sounds like an argument might be getting closer, which causes the bartender to flinch. "I uhhh… thanks. But I think I should probably go. Outside." Where there's less corners! "I think I know a tree where I can hide." Does it matter if she may have gotten stuck in the tree before? At least this time she has a firelizard she can probably send for help. "Find me later for that drink!" A rhody usually pays her debts. And before she's darting out the back door, she'll grab a redfruit or two to stick in her pockets. Never know how many snacks you might need while on the run.

Trees, huh? Whatever floats your boat and since wood floats, does that mean hiding in a boat would be just as good for Rhodelia? Who knows, it's too early in the morning for Percival to fancy those thoughts. He will pick up a raw rib and hold it out in offering to her as she starts packing up the fruit. "Here, take this. If you see it, just throw and make a run for it." If she doesn't take it, it'll just be added to the pile anyway. "Oh, make sure if you decide to deck father dearest, let me know. I'll bring a picnic and I promise it won't be as raw as this deal you got going. Just uh, watch out for those splinters."

Rhodelia eyes the rib as she makes her way halfway to the exit already. "I can't. My hands are full!" With those apples she's shoving in her pockets. But with one last turn, Rhody is out of her. She'll live to run another day! And maybe hide in a boat or two along the way.


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