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Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley []
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Lucinda is holding a cup of coffee, still lingering some where over near the urn as if afraid to drift too far from the life giving substance. "Well, they say a way to a man's heart is through his stomach.. I'm glad you two became close. It means a lot to him to have someone to confide in."


Josephine is sitting on the couch and not working in the galley, for once. Although it looks to be difficult for her. "It's been..a while since we really talked," she admits with a little shrug. "But hopefully that will change sooner, rather than later." The woman smiles a bit and her thoughts trail off into a not-quite-awkward silence.

Saienne ventures in to the Commons on a quest for a topup if the teacup in her hand is anything to go by. She saunters in from the portside quarters, bare feet noiseless on the calico mats. She has her shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows and if she had hair it would almost certainly be messy. "Evenin'," she says to the other women as she passes quietly into the galley.

Lucinda smirks over the rim of her coffee mug. "Well, I've been keeping him busy." Her gaze shifts to Sai as she drifts in like a summer breeze on this rather chilly rainy November morning. Not that its cold inside, mind you, Ronnie's pretty good about that. "Hello, Sai."

"That is permitted," Josephine says, with a smile, before that smile bursts into a fullblown grin. "Hi Saienne! Daffodil Lady! Fancy meeting you here!" She even looks somewhat envious that someone /else/ is going into the galley when she is here scandalously relaxing on the couch.

Saienne grins crookedly at Josephine. "Daffodil lady, is it? Well, been called more creative things often - but not often nicer." She turns the tap on to rinse out her cup, and nods a greeting to the doctor. "So, did young Tyr decided to stay? Tutu or no?"

Lucinda nods a bit. "That he did. Josephine squared him away in Cabin Five, Starboard. I guess I ought to see about setting him up a file and a medical profile. Well you both excuse me?"

Josephine taps her feet on the floor. "He seems a bit shy, so we should probably make an effort to make him feel like...well that he doesn't have to make an epic-level effort to fit in. Oh! Okay, Lu..see you around!" she waves a bit and then flops back on the couch, drumming her hands on her stomach. "You making tea again, Sai?"

"Still on my lonesome on the portside, then. I hope none of y'all are goin' to be surprised when you pop an' see me an' discover I have commandeered the whole section for myself." She looks from her washing as the doctor takes her leave. "You take care now, Lucinda," she says, quite seriously. Josephine's question is greeted with a lop-sided smile. "I am, but only of the lemon kind. Will that suit you?" And about Tyr, she nods. "I reckon I'll do my best to make him feel at home - like y'all did for me, ain't it so?"

"Like we all did for each other," Josephine points out, with a touch of a smile herself. "Lemon tea would be lovely..if it wouldn't be too much trouble... You need any help? And, you should have said something sooner, Sai..if you want to switch cabins, we might very well be able to manage it."

"Ain't no trouble at all to make two cups instead of one," Saienne says, good-naturedly. "An' anyhow it wouldn't be trouble to make one for you." Jo's comments on the cabin assignments makes her smile all the more. "Oh, don't go worryin', Josephine. I'm only pullin' your leg. The ship ain't big an' I'm just fine an' dandy where I am." She looks reflectively down at the swirling water as she fills a saucepan. "Ain't often had a room of my own, truth be told, an' I do find I'm comin' to relish the peace an' quiet it offers."

"Well a whole section of Grace all to yourself might be a bit extreme," Josephine points out, with a smile. "You're always so good to me, Saienne, you know? I really appreciate it. So of course I'm going to worry about your happiness and whether you're feeling comfortable and so forth... It's the least I can do." She's looking at a random nondescript point on the ceiling, looking rather peaceful.

"Well, yes," says Saienne, looking suitably abashed. "A whole section is goin' a little far, perhaps. Greedy, some might say." She pulls down the jar of dried lemon peel and pours a handul into her calloused palm. "It's good of you concern yourself, an' all, but I honestly am quite happy where I am an' I ain't such a shrinkin' violet that I wouldn't let it known if I weren't." She looks across the galley counter at Jo, dark eyes warm, and then proceeds to split the lemon peel between the two teacups. The water, boiling, is poured on top of the peel, and Sai picks the two cups up and carries them over to Josephine, wafting lemon-scent through the Commons.

Josephine clasps her hands together, delighted. "Oh! The angel of tea has arrived! There's nothing quite like simple lemon tea to warm the tummy before bedtime," she declares happily as she sits up straight again to accept her cup with both hands and a grateful bow of her head. "Thank you so much!"

"It is gettin' a little late, ain't it?" says Saienne, as she hands one of the cups to Josephine and sets her own on the table in order to sit down on the couch opposite Josephine. She tucks her bare feet up onto the seat. "I must confess I fell asleep with my book a little while back, an' that always sets me a little wrong - as if it ain't hard enough to keep the time straight when you planet hop as much as we do."

Josephine nods a bit wearily. "It /is/ getting late. And I must admit I haven't been sleeping all that well since...well, since Aradia got hurt again. I just keep seeing it over and over again in my mind, wondering what I could have done differently." She almost tries to tuck her feet up in the same manner that Saienne has done, before she gloomily recalls that she's wearing boots. She never used to wear boots! Instead, she brings the teacup up near her nose to appreciate the lemon-scented steam. "What are you reading these days?"

"Poet by the name of John Stallworthy," says Saienne. "Picked some readin' materials up on Newhall, an' his was in the pile." She rubs her thumb along her jawline and smiles dryly. "Ain't goin' to pretend I know much of what he's talkin' about, but he's arranged some of those words in a real affectin' order." She pauses, and sips the still too-hot tea, wincing a little as the hot water scalds her tongue. "There's one verse he wrote about his son. Sad an' touchin' an' proud an' devastated all at the same instant." She shakes her head, and then looks up at Josephine. "You ain't sleepin'? Mayhap I should have made you a camomile tea instead of a lemon one, only lemon is much nicer - I think, anyhow." There is a pause, and a gentle smile as she cradles the warm cup between two hands again. "It ain't your fault, you know, Josephine, if someone chooses to shoot at them you love. Sometimes there ain't nothin' you can do - even if you did everythin' differently. There ain't no way to legislate for the actions of other folk."

Wandering out of the fore corridor some time after she wandered off in that direction, Aradia re-emerges into the commons, MRE limping at her heels and looking pitifully up at her as she looks down to him and says "I'm not goin' to carry you. You're too big 'n fat for that now."

"The lemon tea is perfect," Josephine insists, savoring a tiny, careful sip. "And I know it's not a matter of fault or guilt or anything like that. It was just...I wish it could have gone differently, is all." But she smiles a little all the same. "I've never read much poetry," she admits, "but the notion of it seems..intriguing. To arrange words to express beyond their ordinary meanings, to shape them into feelings and glimpses of truth. One day, I would like to read a lovely poem." Her smile warms even moreso as another woman and a limping dog enter the room. "Ah..my favourite captain, once again. Hi Ara."

"Just makin' sure," says Saienne, "An' I don't think you'll be alone in wishin' that." As Aradia enters, Sai looks up and smiles crookedly. "Evenin'." She turns back to Josephine. "Well, anytime you'd like to borrow a volume feel free to knock on my door. I'm sure I got somethin' that'll speak to you, although I ain't sayin' I know what that is as yet."

"Hey Jo, Sai," Aradia says as she heads into the galley with MRE still hobbling along behind her, occasionally emitting an audible whine. "I'm gettin' it already, not like you're going to starve!" she says to the beagle as she starts to poke around in the cooler on one of the lower shelves.

Josephine seems amused at the beagle's behavior. "MRE's almost as good as me with the theatrics," she is forced to admit over another sip of tea. "And I might just take you up on that offer, Sai. I have to admit you have me intensely curious now. But..it will have to wait for another day, I think. Because I'm hoping just maybe I'll be able to have a good night of sleep. I feel pretty exhausted, if I do say so myself."

"If you're feelin' tired that's usually a good time to try sleepin' - before your mind can talk you out of it, an' all." She looks across and down at the beagle harrowing at Aradia's heels. "Surely does have a way with the whinin', ain't it so?" she says, of the dog.

"I think he learnt it from Max," Aradia grumbles as she drags out a plate from the back of the fridge with a few sausages that are probably more than several days old and heads back out over to one of the couches with MRE surprisingly spritely in his trot following behind her. "With luck we'll be on Paquin before you wake up," she says to Jo as she takes a seat.

Josephine finishes her tea and gets up just about when Aradia's sitting down. After carefully rinsing out her cup, she goes to check the coffee urn, to make sure there is coffee in case someone, especially someone named Aradia, would like any in the near future. Apparently satisfied with the status of the coffee, she runs her fingers through her not so very short hair and looks at the other two women. "Paquin, eh? Good things happen on Paquin," she says with a smile. "Anyone feel free to holler and wake me up if I'm needed for anything. Seriously. Ok?"

"Looks like I'll get to see some of that carnival fun after all," says Saienne. She takes a deep drink from her teacup. "An' I reckon Josephine's got the sense of things for this evenin', headin' to sleep an' all." Saienne finishes her tea, grimacing a little as she drinks the bitter lemon dregs. "You don't mind me leavin' you with MRE for company, I hope? Seems he might be more attentive company anyhow, on account of those sausages."

With a sausage already in hand and MRE having bitten it in half on her, Aradia smirks and looks over to Saienne as she says, "No, go on with ye. He'll even give me wet slobbery kisses when he's sated too. Who needs a man around, really?"

Saienne stands, scooping up her cup, and looks down at Aradia and the dog. "Well," she says, ponderously, "I don't reckon I'd go that far..." She grins crookedly. "G'night then, Captain, an' see you in the mornin'." She pads on quiet feet to the door to portside quarters and vanishes soon in the direction of her bunk.