[Log] Commons chatter

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Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Saint Albans]
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Finishing off the pancakes on her plate from where she sits on the couch with a blanket over her legs, feet up on the coffee table, Aradia licks the syrup from her fingers, dumping the plate on the table. "I should go shower," she says, even as she's turning to lie down, stretching out along the length of the couch on her back again, pulling the blanket up over her.

Despite the crowd and the lights being turned up and all the noise and what not else, Aradia manages to fall back asleep again exactly where and how she was found much earlier this morning.


"I guess she doesn't have any pants," says Tyr, looking after Aradia as she makes her way on out from the crew commons, furrowing his brow. "Well, later Cap'n!" he calls down the hall after her.

Hatch comes wandering out of the forward hall rubbing his hands along the pantlegs of his jeans, having had to step out for a moment after making up breakfast. "Tyr you go through standard training and all that, know where all the exits are, what to do in case we run out of booze all those emergency situations?" He asks with a hint of a grin.

A long pause as Tyr thinks. "Well, I sort of walked around the ship once or twice, if that counts," he says, squinting. His tone is hesitant, as if he's not sure whether he didn't do something he was supposed to.

Hatch waves a hand as he comes around to lean upon the counter behind the still warm food, and goes after his now rather cold mug of coffee. "Eh don't worry about it. We'll get around to training here sooner or later, as long as you know the basics.. escape measures and the like. Can keep a semi cool head, your good."

Saienne steps into the commons from her her quarters located along the ship's port side. She is carrying with her, on a small bamboo tray, a delicate blue teapot and an assortment of other tea-related paraphenalia, and she is dressed warmly - although without her gloves, heavy coat or the mishapen furry hat she sometimes wears on the cooler worlds. She slips past Hatch and into the galley, setting the tray down on the counter near the sink. "This up for grabs an' all?" she asks Hatch, dispensing with greetings and pointing with her eyes at the food on the countertop. "Or are we savin' it for somesuch?"

"Oh, hello, Saienne," says Tyr, sitting up when she comes on in. "It's real good to see you again and stuff." He flashes a smile. "And sounds good, Hatch. I'll just keep that in mind and, uh, keep my cool!"

William entering in slowly with his cup in his hand and twirling it around his right pointer finger. As though he was on a mission for something. Not really paying much attention to anyone in the commons he makes his way over to the counter and the coffee pot. Hoping to find something in it still.

"Ups for grabs for everybody." Hatch responds assuming she's speaking about the breakfast. He takes his coffee mug and finds himself a spot to sit upon the sofa, not far from Ara's legs though he lifs them to sit down if she's in the way. He seems pretty satisfied with the morning so far, smiles a bit. "Morning Saienne, how'd you sleep?" He asks once he makes it down to a comfortable position.

Saienne tips two fingers to her brow in a lazy salute aimed in Tyr's direction. "Mornin'," she says in a deep drawl of an accent, smiling her lop-sided smile at the younger man. "Settlin' in all nice an' easy like?" She asks. At Hatch's answer, Sai holds off on washing her tea things for long enough to find a plate - and move out of William's way as he makes a beeline for the coffee urn - and start to pile pancakes onto it. "Marvellous," she says, her attention on the food. At Hatch's question, she turns her crooked grin on him. "Like a babe in arms, as they say, an' thank you for askin'."

William giving the woman a quick nod as she moved out of his way as he reaches for a empty pot. Picking it up anyways and tipping it upside down to verify that /it/ was empty. With a frown and then looking over the crowd briefly. Then walking over to the sink and filling it with water and beginning the process of making coffee silenty.

Tyr grins a little bit and raises up a fork to her in greeting. But he then goes back to his pancakes, working them to finish them on off. "So have you been out on the planet, Saienne?" he wonders. "I ain't ever been on a place all cold and icy like that -- hi, new person!" This is to William.

Hatch settles himself back against the cushions of the sofa, "We came out to albains a couple months back for a training exersise.. survival trip, and a bit of counter terrorism. Then, that was when we were running the apollo."

Saienne shakes her head in response to Tyr's question. "Not this trip," she says, cheerfully, as she roots around in a drawer for a fork. "But I've zipped around the 'Verse plenty before an' Saint Albans is a fine place for doin' business - dependin' on the nature of the business, of course. Plenty of folk with cash to spare an' the right kind of goods needin' shiftin'." She grins crookedly - and triumphantly as she holds up a shiny fork. "An' you ain't wrong - it's gorram freezin'. Just make sure you dress for it if you're goin' to venture dirtside." A pause, and she sets to on the pancakes. "Or mayhap iceside'd be more appropriate." She munches. "Good pancakes," she announces, and then Hatch's comment has her intrigued. She turns to him. "Survival an' counter terrorism," she repeats, smiling faintly. "Is that so?" A pause. "Mind, as I understand it, the Apollo surely was an impressive ship - in all manner of ways."

"Counter -- terrorism?" The concept seems vaguely familiar to Tyr, but not quite so much that he can totally wrap his brain around it. "What's a cargo haulin' crew doin' somethin' like that all for?" He sounds just, well, /puzzled/.

Hatch lowers his mug of coffee from his lips as a brow creeps up, "I often forget that not everyone here was on board the apollo, she was a big ol boat of a passenger liner hired out by a bunch of rich folk. So we had pretty much everything from companions, to people squeezing out enough to make a trip and see what the other half lived like. So chances were now and again things were gonna get dicely, we may crash.. we wanted to be ready for anything. So, we trained." He shrugs and raises his mug in salute as he falls quiet again.

"Well," says Saienne, evenly, "I reckon that's a good thing, if you don't always remember we weren't with you on the Apollo. Makes me feel somewhat assured that we're fittin' in, an' all." She grins, and munches more on her pancakes. Once she has finished - and that is fairly quickly - she adds the plate to her pile of washing up. "Any more needs doin'?" she asks Tyr and Hatch.

"Aw, gee, I dunno," says Tyr with a shake of his head. "You know how it is, Saienne. I just do what they tell me." He winks, a bit more comfortable at this point, taking another bite of pancake.

"Can't really think of a thing we have to do on this rock aside from keep up standard maintenence, wait for this wedding?" Hatch says as he scoots down a little on the sofa stealing a bit of blanket from the captain, and a pillow from the far side of the sofa to tuck behind his head as he sits there. "Pretty relaxing over all."

"As you wish it," Sai says, evenly, starting to run the tap to partially fill the sink. "But I'll leave the water in if you ain't got no objections, an' y'all can use it at your leisure." A pause. "Else I'll have someone or other yammerin' at me for wastin' it, an' I can't say as I would disagree with them, neither." Saienne grins and turns again to Hatch. "That sounds sweet enough to my ears - I always did like a good weddin' party." She turns the tap off and begins to roll her sleeves up to the elbow. "Although I might take a wander round an' see if I can't pick myself up some business anyhow. Might as well make a penny or two if we're able, ain't it so?" Sleeves properly rolled up and secured she dips her long-fingered hands into the warm water.

Aradia, who didn't leave the commons and is passed out sleeping on one of the couches with a blanket over her, stirs again after a time, stretching out and yawning before she turns onto her side, rubbing her eyes with one hand and blinking them open to peer blearily toward the various voices around her. Putting faces to each of them, she grunts something akin to a greeting and then closes her eyes again.

"Penny?" wonders Tyr, his eyes curious. He seems like he could use some pennies, perhaps. "How is it you do that sort of thing, Sai?" he asks, interested.

Hatch settles himself in, stretching a arm across the back of the sofa. "Don't get us in to much trouble Sai." Is the only real reply the man offers as he tips his head into the pillow and manages to look thuroughly lazy.

Going to stretch out again, Aradia shoves Hatch in the thigh with her foot before she grumbles something and turns to lie on her back again, pulling her knees up a little under the blanket and looking down to the other end of the couch. "Couldn't you at least got yer own blanket?" she asks with a frown.

Saienne looks up from being elbow deep in the washing up, and peers across at Tyr. "Hmm?" she says, to his question. "How is it I do what? Pick up business?" She shrugs, smiling crookedly at the stiring figure on the sofa. "It's part of my employment arrangement, I reckon," she says. "Food an' lodgings like the rest of you, an' in return the Grace benefits from my not insubstantial services as general dogsbody - an' a cut of whatever business I transact while roamin' the 'Verse aboard her." She has started now to stack the clean dishes into an improbable tower on the draining board. "Trouble?" she asks, in a tone that only just manages to suggest that she has never, in her life, known trouble. "Oh Hatch, on those rarer than rare occasions I do find myself in trouble, I usually manage to restrict it to my own vicinity." A pause, and a more genuine smile. "But I promise I'll take care. Makin' any kind of enemy on Saint Albans ain't usually a sensible thing to do."

Having wandered off some time before, Josephine arrives again with a fresh stack of clean dish towels and cloth napkins. She was humming to herself before she entered the room, but, once here, she looks around at everyone and smiles. "Having a bit of a cozy day, are we? How is everyone today? Are there any pancakes left for me?"

"Oh," says Tyr with a nod of his head. He wrings his hands a bit. "Gotcha. Gotcha." He clears his throat. "Just if we're goin' to a wedding, I don't have anything particularly fancy to wear is all. So. S'all."

"That would require effort and you know it." Hatch responds to Ara as she kicks into him a bit, he grins more then anything else as she gets herself comfortable and does give up his bit of the blanket he's stolen away. "Planning to take anyone with you Sai, oooh hey Jo." Hatch for the most part remains nicely in place, having a rare utterly lazy moment.

Turning her gaze over toward the galley, Aradia fixes her gaze on Saienne, awake those few moments more now that she can actually focus. "Speakin' of shopping for somethin' fancy to wear, did you get that dress?" she asks the woman with a quirk of her brow.

Saienne shrugs a response to Hatch as she adds the final spoon to her draining board tower. She shakes the water off her hands into the water left in the sink and says quietly. "Ain't thought on it yet, Hatch, to be straight an' true." A pause, and she dries the remaining moisture off onto her trousers. "Ain't even looked on my PDA to see what's on offer - or who it is offerin' it." She smiles. "But any folk wantin' a walk in the snow are welcome to join me." She turns around and leans on the galley the better to see Aradia. "Stop your frettin', Captain. I got me somethin'... suitable." She looks over at Josephine. "An' no, it ain't orange. An' don't you go scarrin' poor Tyr here neither. He don't look the citrusy kind neither."

"Oooh hey Hatch," Josephine replies, in turn, heading over to the galley to put away her pile of clean stuff. She eyes the veritable buffet set upon the counter, or, rather, what's left of it, since presumably people have been eating. "Are we having many hungry guests?" she wonders, but mostly to herself since everyone seems to be rather involved in their own conversations. "Oh, Sai," the woman sighs, "Why are you troubling yourself with the dishes? You know I don't mind doing them. And, what hey.. do I look like I'm the sort of person who would go around scaring people?" she asks, offering her most endearing smile. "I'm thinking he would look good in blue, anyway. Bring out those brilliant eyes of his." She winks to Tyr and goes about finding herself a clean plate.

Tyr ducks his head down at what he must be taking as a compliment from Jo. "Oh, hey, Jo. You're goin' -- well. Thanks, I guess," he murmurs, keeping an eye on his work boots. Red! Blush! Red!

"Hunny you trying to make me jealous again?" Hatch teases as he start to stretch and considers rousing himself again, though poking at Araa wee bit. "If you'd stop twitching about I could get comfortable too." Having lodged his protest he drags another blanket over to toss atop the woman before getting to his feet and stretching out his back for the second time, "Ohhh hell, well he does have pretty eyes... what do you think Sai?"

Stumbling his way out of the front of the ship where quarters are stashed at comes Bishop. The pilot is wrapped up heavily in a thick blanket that he has pulled tight aroudn himself, a handkerchief in well, hand that is lifted up to his nose. "Goo... goood... ACHHOOOOO!!!" The very loud sneeze rips out of Bishop's nose and causes his body to shudder violently with it's force. "Ugh." He blows his nose and manages a small smile. "Good morning."

"Well that'll be a first," Aradia says dryly, "A man tellin' me to lay still," before she rolls her eyes, reclaiming the end of the couch as Hatch gets back out and stretching her legs out. Okay, so she's not that tall but she makes a damn good attempt at taking up as much of the couch as she can. Quirking a brow at the sneeze, Aradia turns her head and looks toward Bishop as she says, "I'm goin' to quarantine you if you ain't gone to see Lu yet."

"I ain't troublin' myself none," replies Saienne to Josephine, good-naturedly. "I just ain't able to avoid tidyin' up after myself." A pause, and a smile. "An' I do agree about the blue, but a warm blue, I reckon. None of your icy cold blues - got enough of them just lookin' out the window." She turns cool brown eyes towards Hatch - then a glance to Tyr - then back to Hatch. "Pretty eyes," she agrees, solemnly. Bishop's sneeze causes her to jump visibly, and she glares at him - a glare that softens only when she sees that he is rather sick. "Good gorram, man," she mutters. "Ain't you got somethin' more productive to do than givin' us all heart attacks?"

Tyr frowns a little bit. "Well, if Lu ain't around, I can always take a look at him," suggests Tyr, and, really, anything to get conversation away from his blue eyes and the niceness of his blue eyes.

Josephine seems mildly amused as she watches Hatch for a moment. She seems about to make some kind of witty retort but then she is startled by Bishop's sneeze. Which provides an opportunity in itself. "Oh! Bless you! You poor dear.. You've caught The Cold. I knew we shouldn't have shared that passionate moment in the engine room, but...oh, it's too late now. You sit down, keep yourself wrapped up nice and warm, and I'll fix you a plate of breakfast. Anyone else want seconds, while I'm at it?" Anything to avoid actually sitting down and having breakfast herself.

Hatch stops what he's doing and just stares at Bishop for a full minute, his expression is terribly hard to read.

"No Bekfass." Bishop snivels towards Josephine, "Just Tea." He whispers in a very meek tone. His eyes look over towards Aradia then. "I don't like lucinda. She pokes me with sharp things and then... pokes me with more sharp things."

Her lips twitching with a faint smirk, Aradia glances toward Josephine and then to Bishop as she says, "and here you were tellin' me it was Hatch you were cuddlin' with that got you sick." Looking from him to Tyr and then back to Bishop as she says, "Tyr it is then. You got no one to blame but yourself for gettin' poked and prodded by Tyr instead o' Lu."

Tyr looks over at Jo when she mentions a passionate moment in the engine room, and quirks his brow, but then nods his head. "Bet it's somethin' even I could figger out," he says. "But it could just be the sniffles and all he needs is rest."

"Takin' your life in your hands, gettin' close to Bishop," says Saienne, somewhat darkly - and staying resolutely behind the counter in the galley, which is about as far from the germs as she can get wihout leaving the Commons altogether. She pulls out her tarnished silver PDA from a pocket and taps the thing on. Its blue screen lets out an eerie blue glow that illuminates her face as she peers down into it.

Josephine has a small little smile as she goes about preparing a simple mug of tea (with lemon and honey) for Bishop. "I reckon I gave it to them both, Captain," she says, casually, "Unless they've been kissing each other behind my back, which would be an interesting twist. Sit, Bishop," the little woman instructs, as she brings over his tea. "Now, I don't make this nearly as well as Saienne, but I don't imagine you can taste much of anything, in your state. So just..breathe in the steam and drink it while its hot. I'll make you some chicken soup later." She doesn't seem afraid of his cold. Very little can get in the way of Josephine taking care of someone she cares about.

The big first mate remains quiet, but slowly dips his chin and folds his arms across his chest. With a slow puff of breath he takes a single step forward toward Bishop, "Hope that tea's worth it mate." He then turns and walks into the kitchen to start cleaning up the remains of breakfast, "Anyone else want some before I pack all this away?"

Tyr makes his way over to Bishop, going to sit down next to him or kneel in front of him if Bishop will allow. "Mind if I touch a little and try to figure out what's goin' on with you?" he asks, frowning.

Bishop tilts his head at Hatch, frowning a bit before meandering his way towards the nearest chair to settle down into as instructed. "It's tea... I er... am not sure if it would be worth much, maybe a few bits at most?" He asks tilting his head, obviously confused at the tones directed at him.

With a roll of her eyes, Aradia shifts the pillow under her head and then tucks her arms under it as she looks to the First Mate and says, "If you start thumpin' your chest I'm going to lock you in a cage, Hatch." Shifting her gaze to Tyr, she says, "We've seen enough o' Bishop without his pants. If you're going to be proddin' him, maybe you should do it down in the Med Bay and then you can charge people for entrance to the show."

Saienne taps away on her PDA, the little silver thing letting off chirrups and burbles as she navigates the unquantifiable space of the Cortex with it. Her expression draws itself quickly into a frown, crowsfeet wrinkling around her eyes and along her brow. She leans with one elbow on the galley counter, bent over at her waist, and shifts sideways as Hatch comes in to tidy up breakfast. Bishop's response to Hatch causes her to look up once, and her frown clears as she fixes cool dark eyes on the sick pilot - but she says nothing, quickly becoming distracted again by her the sounds her PDA is making.

"Let him drink his tea first, yeah?" Josephine asks of Tyr softly and with a bit of a smile, before she hops back over to the galley. "Hatch, wait! I didn't have anything to eat yet!" she complains, quickly reclaiming her empty plate and picking up some modest remnants of breakfast, deftly dodging around him as he starts to tidy up.

Hatch's shoulders are shaking at the counter, in a couple seconds it becomes rather evident he's laughing as he turns around to wipe tears from his face. "I'm sorry, that was really low of me. Yeah, sorry Jo, I'll leave it out till your done.. sorry Bishop, forgive me man. It, was just there you know. You need any help, that looks like the same crap I just got over too."

Tyr frowns and then nods his head. "All right. Drink the tea. And then we'll take a look at you, Bishop. But no more dallying after that. I gotta earn my keep, you know."

Bishop looks up at Hatch for a moment and sips his tea. "There's an old story about a turtle and a rabbit. Something about slow and steady winning the race. Now just change the turtle to the pilot and the Hatch, and more along the lines of accidently turning the ship upside down and dropping the Hatch on his head, etcetra, you know... something fancy and the like." Bishop waves his hand. "Long story short, I'm going to short sheet your bed." He looks then over at Tyr and frowns, "You going to poke me with anything sharp?"

Saienne is distracted for certain now, and she looks back up at Bishop, smiling lop-sidedly. "That there's fightin' talk," she says, chuckling a little. She taps at the PDA again, then pushes herself up from the counter, trying to keep out of the way of Hatch and Josephine. "Well," she says, "Looks like I got me a shortlist of three." She regards the assembled crew. "What do I fancy, d'you reckon? A bundle of letters goin' to Persephone; a box of unspecified contents bound for Ezra; or a -" and at this she peers closer into her PDA's small screen, wrinkling up her nose as she peers "- thought I was seein' things." She looks up and grins. "A rabbit for Bellerophon."

"The letters would probably be the most practical, Sai," Josephine replies, "But that rabbit would be awfully cute. I'd stay clear of the box of unspecified contents, if I were you." She focuses for a time on preparing her breakfast dish which she then takes to sit at the table and eat properly.

"Oh, I betcha that I could see to a rabbit," says Tyr with a wave of his hand, as if he finds out something that he could do for the lot of them. He then looks at Bishop. "Maybe. Gonna have to see what it is."

Hatch hops himself up onto the counter, "Naw, wait till I'm out doing EVA manuvers and just take off.. or better yet come back around and bounce me off the obs bay window. That would look intresting, aye?" Hatch comments to Bishop as he mankes himself comfortable, and steals a slice more of the psudobacon.

"Or tape you to the underbelly and scrape the surface of the planet with you... but I ain't that cruel." Bishop says with a sigh and moves to sip his tea and bask in the vapors.

Saienne nods in reply to Josephine. "My thoughts were runnin' along those lines, certainly," she says. "Ain't no doubt that the rabbit would bring in more money, but there ain't no sense in takin' unnecessary risks, an' rabbits do have the nasty habit of dyin' -" she gestures with one long-fingered hand at Tyr "- miracle rabbit healers notwithstandin'. Nervous disposition, an' all." She pauses to tap on the screen again. "Letters to Persephone it is. Nice an' straightforward." She taps the PDA off and slips it back into her pocket. "Ain't like we head toward Bellerophon all that often, anyhow."

Tyr looks disappointed at the no-rabbits thing, but then nods his head at the announcement of letters. "Well, Persephone has a lot of people on it," he remarks, as if that makes sense. "Could. Uh. Take a look around there and stuff."

"Isn't Bellerophon the ocean planet with all the rich folks?" Josephine notes, conversationally, as she pokes at the curiously realistic bacon-like food item on her plate. "Did we pick you up on Persephone, Tyr?" she asks, poking and then poking again. "Hatch this is strangely..spongey..are you sure it's edible?" Her brow furrows in concern.

"Yes it's edible." He says with a bit of exaustion in his tone as he slips off the counter to slip his arms about Jo for a moment, "It's not real bacon, it's ... well I flavored it with real bacon so were doing the best we can eh." Hatch leans in to kiss Jo's neck warmly before he starts to wander around the Galley again/

"Uhm... Ew?" Bishop comments towards the others, shaking his head a bit and then going back ot his tea. "Hi, some of us are sick, don't need to be seein' no neckin' in the galley."

Tyr glances over his shoulder from where he's clucking over Bishop at the sound of a kiss. He furrows up his brow a little bit, but then turns back. "You done with your tea yet, Bishop? I can get a look at you if you are."

"Cortex ad made it look like the letters were addressed for just one person," explains Saienne. "I expect the sender didn't want to trust them to the postal service, for one reason or another - ain't my place to pry into the whys and wherefores." She smiles a lop-sided smile. "Plenty of things I wouldn't want to trust to the postal service neither, but I do declare I am biased in that respect." Sai looks up and nods in response to Josephine. "It is. Floatin' mansions, ain't much trade goin' on in any form, an' it's always crawlin' with Feds." She shakes her head. "Somewhat of a dead planet, when you think on it. Not the kind of place I would choose to set foot on, certainly." She looks up at Tyr and grins crookedly. "Persephone's a riot," she says. "Spent a few years there before I got myself together." A pause. "Riotin'."

"They one o' those big fluffy rabbits?" Aradia asks Saienne, "We carried a whole cargo hold full of 'em a few times on the Pearl. They poop a lot less than chickens." Shrugging a shoulder, she yawns and stretches out a little more, lifting her gaze toward teh ceiling and falling silent again.

Josephine blushes for a moment at the attention from Hatch, or, perhaps moreso from Bishop making a fuss about it. She sure picks funny moments to be shy. The little woman focuses attentively on her fake bacon, trying a very tentative little taste before she goes about actually eating her food. "Not too bad.." she has to admit, enjoying each slow, mindfully appreciated bite of breakfast.

"No they didn't." Hatch comments as he finishes putting away some of the breakfast, "Rabbits were hard round and in little piles.. just a hell of alot easier to clean up then those gawd awful birds." He shudders at the though, but pauses as he notices Jo's flush. He walks over to stand just behind her again and leans close.

Tyr smiles a little bit as he finishes off his plate and then goes up to put it and wash it with the others. Wash, wash, scrub, he seems to be in his own little world away from the rest.

Bishop looks over at Tyr, "Still working on my Tea." He sips the tea then to emphasize the point. "Nice and easily working on it. PRobably another half an hour or so I'll be done."

"Advert wasn't that specific," says Saienne to Aradia, "But I expect either big an' fluffy or twitchy an' very rare." She inspects her fingernails, and adds. "Sounded like someone was relocatin' an'... forgot her rabbit." She shrugs, evidently aware of how ridiculous that sounds. "Don't ask me - but I sure as the six hells wouldn't put my favourite pet in the post." She regards Hatch as he recalls the chickens in obvious sympathy. "Ain't that the truth," she murmurs.

"Bellerophon ain't that bad a place to be if you want to make good money," Aradia says idly, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand and then tucking the blanket up under her chin. "'Specially if you know a person or two with a lot o' money."

"I never saw a rabbit up close before," Josephine admits, somewhat wistfully as she cuts another portion of her eggs. The fork is almost to her mouth when Hatch leans in behind her again, causing her to blush all over again, perhaps somewhat more direly. "Never ask someone why they're blushing, Hatch," she informs him, with a smile. "It only makes it worse. Unless.." the woman narrows her eyes at him 'suspiciously' "..that was your intent?"

"Sorry hun." Hatch murmers as he continues to stand nearby the woman, though stepping off to one side to lean upon the counter. "We going out hunting for extra work then are we?"

Bishop sips his tea then sighs. "Alright... let's go do this little check up thing I s'pose, although it's just a cold I'm tellin ya." He grumbles towards Tyr.

"But there ain't much goin' in an' out," says Saienne to Ara. "Leastwise not the kind of thing I'm use to carryin'. Folk like that want somethin' sensitive shiftin', they don't generally hire a courier." A beat, and a frown. "An' when they do, it's usually to shift somethin' dangerous or illegal or otherwise undesirable, an' that ain't my business." She nods sagely in response to Ara's final point. "An' ain't that the truth in nine out of ten cases? It's the folk you know." Josephine's admission makes her smile slightly. "Just like Larry," she says, "Except... fluffier; less ratty. An' without such a long tail. An' more nervous." She shoves her hands into her pockets and looks up around at the gathered crew. "I got a date to pick these letters up in a couple of hours or so."

Tyr follows on over after Bishop when he says he's done with his tea. "I'm gonna go take a look. It's probably just a cold," emphasizes Tyr, even as he makes his way out. "Take care, everyone. See you all soon."

"Least someone here's got a date," Aradia says with a wry smile in Saienne's direction. "Wear your pretty new frock 'n wow 'em," she says as she lifts her gaze to the ceiling again and replies to Hatch, "You can go huntin' whatever you want out there in that gorram infernal and unnatural cold. I ain't going nowhere I don't have to go."

Josephine grins at Saienne's description of a rabbit. "It sounds..completely different from Larry," she informs the other woman. "Except for that they're both fuzzy animals. See you around, Tyr!" she says, offering a friendly wave, before looking back to her neglected breakfast. "I don't think I'll ever get used to eating and talking at the same time," the little cook sighs, going back to her cold eggs.

"Aye aye, Princess." Hatch responds to Ara as he lingers around the kitchen,just not able to get his head into the converastions today. He shakes his heada bit and sighs, goes over to finish off the dishes after asking Jo if shewants her food reheated.

"It ain't new," says Saienne, with a bit of a smile in the direction of the Captain. "An' you are incorrigible." She speaks mildly, and with evident good humour. "If you think I'm goin' out in the snow without my thermals an' my furry hat you got another thing comin'." She glances down at her feet. "For one thing, the thermals mean I can't get myself into the gorram frock anyhow, an' the fur hat is entirely the wrong shade of grey." She nods somewhat ruefully at Josephine. "You ain't wrong. An' they are, indeed, both fuzzy animals." Tyr's departure causes her to duplicate the salute offered to him earlier in the conversation. "You take care, now, Tyr."

Looking over to Tyr, Aradia grins and says, "Poke him a few times with somethin' sharp just for bein' a stubborn ass. He's been sick for more 'n a week with that cold and he still looks worse than death." Turning her gaze back to Saienne, Aradia just smiles and says, "I'm sure the locals will probably find you far more fetching in your thermals 'n fuzzy hat, anyway."

Cold eggs are no real competition for Josephine's attention when someone she understands is feeling out of sorts. She picks up her plate to join Hatch in the galley, "Hey.. you okay?" she asks him gently, while considering if it is even possible to heat up eggs and how and if it is worth the effort.

Hatch glances over to Jo, "Oh me, yeah fine just getting distracted thinking over.. well thinking about the wedding and that bit of a conversation we never finished. Sorry." He slips his hands into his back pockets for a moment but one draws out to scratch at his cheek for a second or two, in the least he does smile when she starts talking to him.

"Less alarmin', I don't doubt," says Saienne to Aradia, "Although I ain't willin', really, to take Bishop's place as the one with habit for waltzin' around half-dressed." She lopes out from the galley, finally, affording Hatch and Josephine a little more privacy, and walks over to one of the wooden benches set around the dining table. "An' I ain't goin' to fill in for him while he's sick, neither, so don't bother yourself askin'."

"I can do without seein' you or Bishop runnin' around without your pants," Aradia says to Saienne, smirking in the woman's direction as she sits down over at the table. "Unless you mean you flyin' in his steed and no offense there Sai, but I think I'll stick to just me 'n a thermos of coffee."

Josephine smiles to the man gently, encouraging that smile of his own. "No need to apologise, love. And we /will/ finish that conversation. It's important. Don't you worry. I..think I'm going to give up on eating breakfast. I've had enough, anyway. Do you think the dogs will eat eggs, or..?"

"Dogs will eat anything Jo." Hatch responds as he traces his finger tips along her arm and starts heading on out of the room, "Going to laydown for a bit. I'll be back out later."

Saienne waves her hand in a gesture of agreement. "None taken, Captain." She sits down on the bench, slipping her legs beneath the table and resting her elbows on its warm wooden surface. "I reckon if I were pilotin' this ship even I'd choose not to fly on her." She makes a face. "If that makes any kind of sense, this or the other side of Christmas." She looks up to see Hatch taking his leave. "See you later, an' all," she says to him as he departs.

"It makes perfect sense," Aradia says with a grin, "Hell, my own husband ain't even confident in my ability o' flyin' that he's always griping at me." Tilting her head, she looks as Hatch disappears off down the corridor, lifting a hand in a salute of farewell and deciding against calling out anything. Stifling another yawn as she drops her hand back down, she mutters, "Gettin' tired myself."

Josephine chops up her breakfast into reasonable dog food-sized bits, looking thoughtful for a moment, after Hatch goes away. She seems..introspective to say the least. "I think I'm going to go check up on Tyr," she announces, putting the chopped up remains of her breakfast into the dog bowls so that nothing goes to waste. "He seems uncomfortable, before. And I want to see what's going on. Unless anyone needs something here?"

"I wonder," says Saienne, in response to Josephine, "If we weren't just overwhelmin' him by weight of words an' numbers earlier." She smiles. "I surely do recall how unsettlin' it can be when you're the only body present who doesn't know folk too well." She shakes her head, and pulls out her PDA to check on the time. "I should be gettin' myself ready for my walk in the snow, anyhow," she says, somewhat mournfully.

Josephine quickly washes her hands in the sink. "Nevertheless, I think I'm going to look into it anyway...just to be sure. I don't want anyone feeling unloved around here, not if I can help it." She dries her hands on a nearby towel. "Just give a holler on the com system if you need me for anything..you know..those random food-preparation emergencies and such," she clarifies, with a wink. "And be careful when you go out. If you let me know when you're heading back, I'll be sure to have tea waiting for you, okay?"

Saienne smiles fondly at Josephine. "I shouldn't be more than an hour or two," she says, in a calm tone. "It ain't far from here. But I'll call in if it seems like I'll be longer." She stands up from the table and, untangling her legs from the legs of the bench, shoves her hands deep down into her pockets. "Time to check on directions an' the like." A quick glance at Aradia. "An' find my furry hat an' thermals."