[Log] "There's always somethin' interestin' goin' on."

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Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley
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Saienne enters from the quarters on the vessel's port side. She is carrying her canvas satchel and rooting around inside it as she walks, not really paying attention to the position of the hatchway or the bulkhead. Which is why, as she lifts a foot to step into the Commons, she clonks her boot squarely onto the metal. The impact resonates loudly and deeply, a sonorous boom echoing around the otherwise quiet space. "Good gorram!" Saienne says, her head snapping up and her eyes widening. She is as surprised herself by her noisy entrance as anyone else might be.


Lucinda is indeed startled, so much so, she is roused from her slumber with a jolt. Seems the doctor was curled up on one of the sofas, a book splayed across her chest. She must have nodded off while reading but now she's blinking awake and giving a groggy. "Huh, what?" A toss of her head is given as she tries to clear the cobwebs.


"Doctor," croaks Saienne, embarrassment incarnate. She clears her throat. "Lucinda, I truly am sorry for wakin' you." She steps properly into the Commons this time, managing to avoid making any more loud noises. She looks down at her feet. "Wasn't payin' attention, I reckon." A slightly shamefaced smile. "Not that that ain't an uncommon state of affairs for me." She pauses and then walks over to the galley. "Coffee?" She asks.


Lucinda digs her elbows into the sofa, using their leverage to drag her up into a some what seated position. "That would be lovely, thank you." She gives a sheepish smile of her own, not usually given to falling asleep in the commons.


"Hey, Sai. Hey, Doc," says Tyr as he makes his way into the commons from the starboard quarters. "How are you folks doin'?"


After searching for a little while, Saienne retrieves two of the larger coffee cups from one of the cupboards in the galley. "Josephine's goin' to be intrigued when she gets back, I reckon, by the amount of galley-related confusion her absence can cause." She looks up at Lucinda and smiles lop-sidedly. "An' I never can remember whether you take yours with milk or not?" She loiters by the urn, awaiting an answer. As Tyr walks in and asks his question, Sai lifts one of the (thankfully empty) cups to her brow in some kind of bizarre salute. "Afternoon, Tyr," she says, amicably. "You lookin' for coffee an' all?" She pauses, and then adds: "An' I never did say thank you for the food the other day. So thank you, an' Peeper both."


Lucinda shifts in her half laying-half sitting position to close her book and drop it to the floor. The damage is done, she might as well lounge for the sake of lounging. "Black." Her smile turns a bit on the warm side as she looks to Saienne, and Tyr gets the tail end of that same smile. "And I'm fine, thank you. Good afternoon, Tyr."


"Bit of sugar and milk would be just fine for me, Sai. And aw, don't think any of it. I mean, it's one of the things I draw pay for on this boat, so it ain't like I need thanks for it." Tyr blushes and shrugs his shoulders over at Sai. "You been okay, Doc?"


"Black it is," says Saienne to Lucinda as she leans in to pour a strong coffee from the eternal urn. "An' I hope you weren't dreamin' nothin' too pleasant when I woke you." She settles the coffee on the counter and pours Tyr's, stooping to find some milk from the fridge. Her slightly muffled voice can be heard to say, presumably in response to Tyr: "Folk do somethin' nice, they deserve to be thanked, whether it's duty or no." She stands up, then, collects the two coffees, and ventures back into the mess to deliver them.


Lucinda gives a shrug to Tyr. "I can't complain." Her gaze swivels back to Saienne then, talking of dreams. "I never recall what I dream, if anything. But I highly suspect none of them are worth any interest. Just 'the thigh bone's connect to the hip bone' sort of thing." She jests, of course its a jest, the corners of her eyes crinkle.


"Anything interesting going on with you, Sai?" asks Tyr, his cheeks coloring a bit at the mild remonstration from the messenger. "Any good packages or anything?"


"Not any of them?" Sai asks curiously as she holds out a very hot cup of black coffee to Lucinda. She eyes the other woman for a moment, and then smiles lop-sidedly back at her. "I tend to remember fragments," she says, evenly. "Although there's plenty I'd rather forget." At Tyr's question, Saienne turns to him and her smile breaks into a grin. "Tyr," she says, as she holds out his coffee for him. "There's always somethin' interestin' goin' on." She pauses at his second question, and then nods. "Somethin' small from Ariel to Beaumonde." A pause. "An' that job for Xiao-Chen is still eatin' up my time an' all." She mutters something dark and quite probably obscene.