Nathan was in the kitchen already, a bandanna holding back his hair while he cooked. "Oi! Come to the kitchen if you want food!" Nathan yelled up from the kitchen, voice heavily accented. "If you don't come in the next ten minutes! You don't get food!"
Calder chuckled. Classic Nathan. He jumps down, once again using a variety of ropes before walking to the kitchen. "Morning, sunshine." He greets cheerfully. "What have we this morning?" He asks as he licks his lips at the heavily perfumed room of deliciously made goods. He brushed some of his hair from his face and smiled a little bit.
Nathan turned his eye to Calder and scowled. "I made biscuits and we have fruit. We have to eat the fruit before it rots." He said, smacking Calder's hand with a spatula when he tried to reach for a fruit. "No." Calder did this every morning, he should know by now that no one gets food until Nathan says so.
Calder chuckled before shaking his head, "Once again, delicious." He replies as he looks around. "And sounds good. I suppose we'll need to make a few stops to get food…" he begins calculating a route and sighing softly. He winced away when smacked across the hand and sighed. "I was brushing my hair back. I wasn't reaching for food this time, I swear." He chuckles lightly.
"I don't trust you, piccola merda." Nathan huffed in response, pulling the biscuit tray out of the oven type thing. "Next time we stop, I'll just steal some food." He could just see the wheels turning in Calder's head as he tried to re-route.
Aerwyn came down into the kitchen and smiled when the scent of fresh baked goods hit her. "Morning all. Smells good." She said in greeting and looked at Nathan. "Can we eat?" She asked.
Callie walked in after her, waving a small, metallic salute at everybody and went to go sit in a chair off to the side - he would simply watch his crewmates, and if one of them needed him, they'd make it clear.
Calder greeted each of his crew with respect and a small smirk. "I have to go check the conditions. See if we're clear this morning." He says, fixing his hat and leaving the dining hall. He knew he needed to work, he'd worry about breakfast later. Besides. He wasn't very hungry if he was being honest with himself.
Nathan sighed and glared at everyone. "Don't move." He growled before running after Calder. "No! Get back here you little shit, you didn't eat yesterday morning." Nathan yelled, grabbing Calder's collar. "So, you will be coming back to the kitchen and you will eat."
Calder was surprised when he was grabbed by the collar. He laughed a little."Hello to you too, Nathan." he chuckles softly. He looks rather sheepish as Nathan chews him out. "Easy there, mate. It's fine. I'm not all that hungry. I'll eat later. " He shrugs and smiles at the other. "I'd rather have the crew eat first."
"Nope, you're going to the kitchen and eating with the rest of us. I will shove the food down your throat, so help me, gods!" Nathan waggled a finger at the captain. "So come. Now." He ordered with the force of a mom.
Calder chuckles quietly. "Aw, Nathan. You do care." He pressed gently before sighing and giving in. "Alright. Alright. I'll eat." He chuckles before walking into the mess hall. He looked rather relaxed despite just being scolded like a child.
"Good." He huffed, following Calder from behind to make sure he didn't run. Once they got into the kitchen, Nathan started to divvy out the portions, a biscuit in his mouth as he did so. "Alright! Come and get it little shits!"
Calder takes his meal, nodding to Nathan before wandering to the deck. He eats his food, little bit by little bit. He mostly played with his food but he managed to take care of it. He put his plate down and gazed at the sea. He raised his hand a little making small patterns in the waves.
Nathan started to clean the kitchen, leaving out the rest of the food on the counter next to his coffee. He hummed a bit as he worked a wet rag over the counter, getting the flour and fruit juices off the tabletop.
Aerwyn quickly grabbed her portion and took it up to the deck. She leaned against the side, quietly eating it. Once she finished, she climbed the mast and and sat on the ledge, looking around at the view. Heights had an odd way of calming her, there was something about the cooler breeze that let her feel at ease.
Carla stepped into the kitchen, and realized that she had slept in. So stupid! She thought, Oh well, wasn't hungry anyway "Morning guys," She said, tightening the strap of her bag that concealed the many weapons she carried around.
(Sorry for taking so long!)
(Bump?)
(HELLO?!)
(Bump…? Anybody…?)
(Someone can come talk to Nathan. I haven't been on much becuase I was taking a mental health breakish.)
When no one answered, Carla walked over and stood next to Nathan. "Hey, how's it going?" She asked, although she already knew the answer, thanks to her telepathy that she had forgotten existed for a moment.
"Fine." He responded gruffly, warming up a bitcut with his hands to eat. He didn't usually have much of an appetite, so he tended to only eat one or two pieces of food.
"K." She grabbed a biscuit, and bit into it. "This is great, as usual, since you made it."
"You can't butter me up with compliments on my food. It's not going to get you seconds."
"That's not what I was trying to do. I just came in here, remember?"
(Guys, Please remember. Detailed answer, at least 3 sentences, That was my rule.)
Calder sighed before looking at the small pocket watch he had snatched a while ago. He chuckles quietly to himself as he tucks it back away and runs a hand through his hair. "Alrighty then. 5 minutes until take off! Everyone to their posts!!" He shouts as he crosses the deck. He hums as he looks around, it was indeed a beautiful morning.
Nathan hummed, nodding and starting to shoo Carla out of the kitchen. "Go, out of my kitchen!" He exclaimed, waving around his spatula before making sure all the food was secure. "Kitchen's all ready for moving!" Nathan yelled up to Calder.
Carla stepped out of the kitchen laughing, then made her way to the deck. She sighed when the wind hit her face, and she carefully climbed up and made sure the sails were ready. "All good up here!" She called, before grabbing a loose rope, swinging down, and tying it to a post.
Lydia tied her hair up into a bun while she looked down at a map on a table in the sleeping quarters. She grabbed the map, swung a bag of tools over her shoulder, and walked into the galley. "Hey," she muttered, to anyone who was listening, while she grabbed a biscuit. She ran above deck to her map station, laying out all her tools. "Ready Captain!" she called.
