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Kitchen Chatter
Summary: Anais gets another view of the bandit problem from Martyn in the kitchens.
Date: 03/05/2012
Related Logs: None
Anais Martyn 
Kitchens — Four Eagles Tower
The kitchen is usually alive with activity but for the latest hours of the night. Stone counters with wooden tops line the interior except nearest the large brick ovens. Open fire pits in the center have iron bars across them for grilling as well, the hot surfaces on the other side of the room from the tables in the center used for final food preperation. Huge cabinets have been carved out of the walls to store the dishes and utensils for serving the meals to the House Lords and Ladies. The few exits lead towards the Servant's Quarters as well as the Throne Room and Entrance Hall.
May 3, 289

There's always more work to be done at the Roost, and while Jacsen may take his meals in his quarters, Anais often takes hers in the kitchen. She's in the process of eating lunch at the moment, a bowl of some sort of thin soup in front of her, as she watches the preparations for dinner. "Any complaints, Bess?" she asks of the cook who putters about, making do as best she can.

Having been out and about for a while, with one of those patrols looking for the bandits again, Martyn has just managed to get back, and getting out of armor and such. So now he' moved down here to get hold of something to eat, looking around a bit thoughtfully.

There's a noncommittal sort of response from the cook, and Anais looks up at the sound of someone else coming into the kitchen, a small smile curving in welcome. "Ser Mallister," she calls over, raising a hand to wave to Martyn. "Looking for a bit of lunch? There's still some soup left. With squash in it this time."

"Lady Terrick," Martyn offers in greeting as he hears his name mentioned, and sees who spoke, making his way in her direction. "I was looking for something to eat, yes." A brief pause, before he adds, "And some soup sounds good." A brief pause, before he adds, "How are you today?"

"I could be worse." Anais' smile is wry as she pats the table next to her in invitation. "We're in a better place than we were a month ago. Slightly. I've knights to help hunt down bandits, at least, if nothing else." She drinks from a simple clay cup, nothing stronger than water at the moment. "And I suppose the presence of bandits means there must be things of worth still here. How goes the hunt?"

Martyn moves to seat himself as well, nodding a little bit as he listens. "For the bandits, there's always something worth stealing, it would seem," he offers, before he sighs a little bit. "Not much news there, they still stay hidden. Unfortunately." Looking around the room for a little while.

"Well, I'm sure you'll all have no trouble with them when they show their faces," Anais says firmly, as a servant arrives with a bowl and a cup for Martyn, the same fare that Anais has been enjoying. "Are you settling in all right?" she asks, turning back to her own food once Martyn has his.

"We will have no trouble with them when they do, and they know it. That's probably why they are so hard to find," Martyn replies, with a nod and a momentary grin. Offering a nod and a quiet word of thanks to the servant, he looks to the food for a few moments, turning to Anais again to answer the question. "Quite well, yes," he replies. "Never had much problems settling in, and when my sister's here as well, that doesn't make it harder."

"I heard she's feeling better?" Anais asks after Muirenn, scraping her spoon along her bowl to get the last drips of soup. "I didn't realize she had such a delicate constitution. I'd not have let her work so hard if I'd known."

Martyn nods a bit as he hears that, "She's much better, it would seem. Gave me a bit of a scare though." There's a brief pause as he eats some of the soup, before he adds, "She had a period of fever when she was a child. Looked bad for a while, but she got through it. It took its toll on her, though. Even though she doesn't want to admit it at times." He takes a sip from his drink. "Was hard being away from home and getting that news…"

"I can imagine," Anais agrees quietly. "When I heard the Banefort was under siege…" She trails off, shaking her head. "I think that's the strangest part of all of this, for me. I've always…I mean, I've always known that my father would be there to help me if I needed him. But this isn't something he can help with. Not after the damage he took as well."

Martyn nods a bit as he hears that, while eating some more of the soup now. "Unfortunately, there are times when people have to deal with problems without help from those they thought would have the chance to be there for them. But that's life, isn't it? What we do when those times come."

"That's growing up, I suppose." Anais finishes off her soup, then drinks the last of her water before rising. "I should get back to work, I'm afraid. Let me know if there's anything you need, though?"

Martyn nods a bit as he hears that. "It is," he replies, before he offers a bit of a smile. "Good luck with the working. And I will," he offers, as he continues eating his soup, a bit quietly.