Turmoil in the kitchens
2003
Logged by Lilybud RW Abbey: Kitchen
The Abbey's kitchen is a long and narrow room with five large fireplaces set in one wall, and a two impressive iron stoves on the opposite wall. A large number of cupboards, shelves and hooks hold the Abbey's assorted kitchenware and serving utensils. Large sacks, earthenware urns, covered bowls and jars keep the kitchen well supplied with a bountiful amount of foodstuffs.
Food preparation tables are stacked with serving dishes, soupbowls, and large meals in various stages of preparation.
It is easy to imagine how busy this kitchen is during the Abbey's feasttimes!...
Exits: [Wine] Cellar, [G]reat [H]all, [C]avern [H]ole, [Ki]tchen [P]ath, [Pan]try, [Sc]ullery, [La]rder With: [DYN] Budding Mycologist [Jonquil] [DYN] I dun wanna grow up... (Skylet) [IC] Leisha Leisha purses her lips, "Well she shah as seasons 'bain't 'n 'ere. Why ya be needin' 'er?" The mousemaid inquires right about at that point, the mallet lowering a little bit so that it's not /quite/ so threatening. Wouldn't want to scare the living /daylights/ out of the poor things, after all. Fortunately, Jonquil gives her the answer she needs. "Hahgtwood be /sick/?" The cook demands. Badgers don't just get /sick/. "Seasons. Ah bain't be knowin' whah Nightlily be. They ain't 'nother t' be 'round? Where's tha Father?" "Oooh, Fat Rabbit!" Pause. Then, Jonquil complains: "But we don't know where
- he* is, either! An' M'ther Heartwood is 'ick an' th' healer we got doesn't
know what she's doin' an' I'm *COLD* an' we wanted t' play a game but now we gotta find 'Ister Heart - I mean, 'Ister Nightlily an' . . . " And Jonquil verges on incomprehensible. Finally, she is cut off by a whollup of a sneeze, spraying water from her habit all over. "Ya mean Father 'Habbot?" Skylet asks. "Er...we didn't even think of askin 'im even...Eeek!" She's wet enough, she didn't need spraying rabbit fur to improve on that! "Don't do dat!" Lilybud trudges in, shoulders drooping, but at least she's not grimacing. She shoots a glare at the dibbuns, then to Leisha. "Eh, wot're they al'ays doin' in 'ere? Can't we just do h'our blinkin' work wit'out these flippin' young'uns at our footpaws?" Leisha blinks, owl-eyed at the rabbit for the moment, attempting to take in everything the anxious dibbun has to say. "A'ight, a'ight. Calm dahn, ye two.
Fahst off, Nightlily's gotta be 'round /someplace/. Second off--" Whatever
else 'Sha was going to say is cut off by Lilybud's arrival. "Lilybud!" The mousemaid calls, over the din of the kitchen. "Ah'm gettin' 'em out, sunshahn.
Give me a sec. An' ye don't be a'lookin' so good ye'self." Meat-mallet is
abandoned altogether and the mousemaid steps forward, "Ah gaht th' kitchens unner contrahl -- ye go sleep." Jonquil's sneeze doesn't even begin to reach the cook, and thus, she ignores it. "How sick is Heartwood?" It comes out kind of as a rush -- an afterthought. "'Orry, 'Kylet," sniffles Jonquil, shaking more of the rainwater off of her . . . and into a rapidly forming puddle. "She's making weird noises an' her eyes are all funny lookin' an' she 'aid ta get a healer first but then when we found one she wasn't talkin' at all an' th' 'quirrel 'aid she had a fever an' . . . an' . . . an' . . . an' I don't know whatta DO!" Whiiine. Leisha's command for the rabbit to calm down is completely ignored - poor Jonny is getting more frantic every time she tells the story. Lilybud trudges further into the kitchen, stomping her foot in irritation, "h'I'm fine, doncha worry ya' bally self about me. h'I ain't seen 'eartwood t'day..." She pauses for a moment and stares off into space, then shrugs, "Guiss last h'I saw 'ere must've been two 'ole days back..." Her forhead furrows, "h'I don' remember must wot she said." "She was in the dwibbuns room since last night", Skylet testifies, a bit more calmly than the hare next to her. "We let her have a buncha blankets cause she looked like she was gonna fall 'sleep in dere. But she dun want to get up now.
And it's raining out so we cant play in dere..."
Leisha purses her lips at that point, but leaves Lilybud be. Leisha knows better than to get in the hare's way when she wants something particularly. "A'ight, a'ight." This time, she /doesn't/ tell the rabbit to calm down. That obviously isn't working. "Well Nightlily 'bain't in 'ere." For about the fourth time a row, the mousemaid reiterates that. "Which means ya be 'avin' tah look elsewhahre." A pause to glance as Lilybud ambles further into the kitchen, "Yah see tha Fahthah Abbot 'round?" She inquires -- or rather, demands, already wiping her paws on her apron. If Heartwood was out of service, someone had to do something about dibbuns running amuck. "Whah 'is Heartwood now?" As soon as Skylet's done, Lei pounces the question upon her. Let's just call Jonquil a lapine. She answers for Skylet, anyhow - "She's 'till *there*, an' she won't move, an' that's why we wanna find 'omebeast t' get her t' get up an' play wit' us or 'omethin' 'cus I'm *bored* or I was before we 'tarted lookin' fer Nightlily an' . . . " Stuff a sock in it, Jonny.
Sniffle. "Can one o' *ya* help, anyhow? Pleeeeease?" She flashes them the
I'm-a-piteous-little-rabbit look. Lilybud frowns thoughtfully, "Broc, eh... Might've seen 'im yesterday..." She shrugs again and shakes her head, continuing to frown, "S'all kinda fuzzed..." Lilybud clears her throat, which turns into a fit of coughing that has her doubled over for a minute. As she straightens up, she asks, hoarse voice cracking pitifully, "Eh, so wot's fer supper?" Skylet blinks. And turns her attention to Lillybud. "You's sick too?" Leisha purses her lips, "Fish." She notes, rather sourly. After all, Lilybud shouldn't be in here if she's sick. "An ye shahld be 'avin' it in bed, jaknow." Well, at least, she should know. Lilybud's going to contaminate it all. Meanwhile, Brocmal still hasn't been found and Leisha needs to get these dibbuns out of here. "Look. Les' jus' go an' see if'n we cahn't get some answers outta Heartwood. 'cause I 'ave no 'dea whahr Nightlily or tha Fahther Abbot is." With that, shooing motions are made and Lei begins to take her pudginess toward the door. Lilybud brushes Skylet's suggestion off with a wave of her paw, "'course not, 'are's like m' jolly self don't go gettin' no illnesses." Frowning down her nose at Leisha, she retorts, "Been in bed all blinkin' mornin'. h'I'm right as rain now." Supper? Skylet does a bit of a doubble take as her stomach growls. She missed lunch! Her eyes dart around to a plate of ungarded plum and raisin tartlets on a nearby table...and seconds later, she pulls an evasion move on Leisha, darting for them..." Lilybud's keen eyes catch Skylet's manuever; she lifts a paw, as though to grab the young mouse mid-dash, but sighs quietly as she lets it fall lethargically back at her side. Unfortunately for Skylet, Leisha had turned around to shoot a retort at LIlybud -- only to find the little mouse diving for a tartlet, "Oh nah ye don't..." The cook warns, lunging or the tartlets. And nearly falling straight on her face as one footpaw hooks upon an open cupboard door that no one bothered to close. Gotta love it. "Ooof!" Down she goes with a *clang* of dishes. Leisha's debilitated for a long moment before young muscles contract and she's on her feet again. Or well -- young is all relative. Just pretend. "Bah. Take th' fahsaken thahng. Dinnah'll be ready soon 'nuff an' we've gotta fine Nightlily an' tha Fahthah Abbot." Tumba arrives from the Great Hall.. Tumba has arrived. No sooner said...well, Skylet disent even wait for them to say it was ok. Scrambling up on a chair, she grabs the first one to stuff in her mouth greddily and snatches up three more in her paws...which have fortunatly dried enough to hold them without getitng soggy bw now. "Comm--onth Jonquethl" she yells...mouth full of course, and driping water all through the floor as she exits... Leisha throws her paws up in defeat. "Seasons, but 'twill be th' death o' me." With that and nothing more, the mousemaid begins to dust herself off and make for the exit with Skylet and Jonquil leading the way before her. Lilybud can be left to take care of whatever else -- the hare's too stubborn to know that she shouldn't be in here anyhow. Not that Leisha would have been any different, but... Jonquil simmers as the conversation distracts to dinner. She has a remarkably one-track mind, you know - which explains why, huffily, the little rabbit suddenly turns on her heel and squawks: "I'll go look fer them *'omewhere* else, 'cus they're not in here, an' M'ther Heartwood is 'ick, an' . . . " She continues to ramble on as she departs. Pausing, however, to snitch a blackberry scone. After all, she needs *something* to keep her energy up on her quest. Skylet is given a blink as she joins the quest. "Er. Ya look in here - I mean, th' Abbey - an' I'll look outside? Maybe they're out there . . . " Great. She's *already* wet and sneezing . . . Still complaining to herself, the little rabbit waddles off. Jonquil moves off into the Great Hall.. Jonquil has left. Lilybud waves her paws at the back at the backs of the departing dibbuns, "Off, off, an' begone with y'all..." She sighs once more, then bobs a nod to the new arrivals. "'allo there," she greets them, before being interupted by a sudden yawn. "Eh, erm, escuse me... 'ow cin I 'elp y'all?" Leisha moves off into the Great Hall.. Leisha has left. Skylet moves off into the Great Hall.. Skylet has left. Tumba staggers in to the Kitchen, his stomach growling like theres no tomorrow. He tries to hum along with it but can't keep the rythym. He walks up to the oldest creature in the room, a hare who is obviously in charge,"I say marm, 'ave you got anything that a absolballylutely starvin' 'are could put in 'is stomach?" Lilybud throws up her paws in disgust, "Food! h'is 'at all I'm bally well good for?" She gestures briskly to a tray of pastries on a table near her, "Go 'head, go 'head, eat yer fill..." her words trail off into a fit of coughing, and she drops heavily into the nearest chair. Tumba perks up and scrambles to the tray, his eyes lighting up immediately. "Thank'ee marm, a sight for a sore stomach." He gobbles down pastries as fast as he can, pulling a flagon of cordial from is haversack and uncorking it as he goes. "Bless you marm, these taste just as good as me old mater's scoff, when I was a leveret." He takes a few swigs of cordial and goes back to eating pastries. Lilybud takes a few deep breaths, closing her eyes and leaning back, even swaying slightly in the chair before sitting up and righting herself. "Eh, 'at's t'be expected 'ere at Redwall, wot?" she responds habitually, with little enthusiasm. Tumba peers at the cook between two pawfuls of pastry," I say marm, you don't look so good, a little green around the gills, doncha know." He crams the pawfuls into his mouth and carries on scoffing, drinking his cordial every few minutes. Lilybud sighs, a now familiar sound to most of the kitchen's occupants. "h'I don't know wot t'matter is," she denies vehemently, "h'I feel right as rain, h'I most certainly really do..." Tumba cocks his head to one side thinking,"Errrr, maybe you have the Finkel Blue Tone Kitchen disorder, my granny used to get that every once in a while" Throughout this he keeps a innocent smile on his face, while scoffing the pastries that is. Lilybud nods slowly, peering quizically at the young hare, "Oh, roight y'are..." Her voice trails off and she leans back again, closing her eyes, then squirms awkwardly, prodding the hard back of her wooden chair with her elbow. Tumba finishes of the last of the pastries and looks up disappointedly,"Oh well, I'll fix up some remedy that'll 'ave you on your paws." He grabs a cup and pours some of his cordial in it. He then roots through the cupboards until he finds what he needs. "First we add this cinnamon, then this 'oney, needs to be sweet, and then some o'purpley stuff, whatever that is and then we shoves it in this 'ere oven to 'eat up." His sits down and licks the icing of his paws. "Now we just 'ave to wait." Onj arrives from the Cavern Hole.. Onj has arrived. Jarvey arrives from the Great Hall.. Jarvey has arrived. Lilybud sits upright, exclaiming, "Ahem, young 'are, I 'ave _not_ given ye my permission t'go snoopin 'round my kitchen!" However, she makes no move to stop him; she simply sits in her chair, erect posture declining visibly, and glares. Diata arrives from the Great Hall.. Diata has arrived. Lilybud glances around with wide eyes a number of beasts arrive and mumbles something incomprehensible to herself. With what seems to be a deal of effort, she rises to her footpaws and trudges across the kitchen to bob a nod to Jarvey, "'allo thare." Tumba does a jig around the kitchen, his eyes looking for more food,"Oho, so you 'aven't, old beaness, but you'll thank me when that remedy has you dancing around the Abbey, wot wot." He finds an oven with pasties in it and looks longingly inside. "Errr, when'll these be ready?" Diata comes walking into the kitchen. Stoping abruptly suprised at the amount of beast that seem to have gotten hungry at once. She nods politely "hello all". Then she continue slowely on her way further into the kitchen. Jarvey moves off into the Cavern Hole.. Jarvey has left. Lilybud shakes her head in despair as she turns to greet Diata. "Soon enough!" she calls over her shoulder to Tumba. Onj arrives from the Kitchen Path.. Onj has arrived. Onj walks in side..sniffing the air."I smell something good cooking...What is it?" Tumba looks up from the oven,"Bother, I.........the remedy!" He races over to the oven and pulls out the cup,"Just finished! 'Ere 'ave a slup of this, it'll put you on you paws." He offers the cup to Lilybud. Lilybud's face sports a grin for the first time a while as she waves to Onj. "Good t'ave ya back!" she calls across the room. "h'even if ya 'ave lost y'sense of smell! Can't ye recognize yer own 'ome's blackberries scones from miles away?" Onj grins "I knew that had to be something ....but i havent had those..in..manny a season." Diata smiles at Lilybud "haveing a hard time in here"? She giggles quietly. Then she turns to the others in the room. She grins then return her gaze to Lilybud "need me to help with anything"? Onj grins "Any way..would you like a hand Mamm?" Onj looks arround for some water to wash in.. Lilybud grabs the cup from Tumba's paws, holding the Abbey cup protectively, although ignoring its contents. Nodding repeatedly, she begins dishing out the orders in true Head Cook fashion, "Aye, aye. Diata, y'elp the young'uns wit the salad. Onj, stir the soup, an' add a bit more cumin h'if ya like." Onj smiles and washes his paws..then heads over to the soup after grabbing a large wooden spoon with which to stir the soup. Onj starts stiring the soup... Tumba tries to push the cup to Lilybud's mouth and then returns to watching the oven,"Come on, liddle pasties, my mouth is watering 'ere, can't yah cook a little faster?" He sits by the oven and encourages them. Onj grins and says to tumba "The wait will be worth it...Mr??" as he continues stiring. Diata nods and hurried over to where the younger ones are trying to fix the salad. She grabe up a large fork and starts to help them with it. Tumba looks around to Onj,"Tumba Harmio Fureom Seapaw the hungry, err, I mean the first, is my moniker, chap, and whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?" He glances over at Lilybud,"Come on marm, drink it up like a good 'are." Onj grins "Its Onj..just plain and simple Onj.."...as he keep stiring the soup... Lilybud, blatantly ignoring Tumba, raises her voice to be heard across the room, "Master plain an' simple Onj, sir, h'I don't see ya checkin' on the cumin, now do h'I? h'if the soups t'be bland t'night, h'I'm certainly not takin' the bally blame, ya 'ear me?" Onj looks arround "Do you still keep it in the cabinet?"...as he starts searching for the 'cumin' Diata begins to toss the salad. The other beast that was working on it now rushing aorund geting things to toss into the salad. Tumba snorts at Lilybud,"I say, this won't do! You gotta drink your med'cine or else you'll get all old and crotchety, doncha know." He walks over to the soup and tastes it. "Errr, yes, more cumin, Mr. Onj." Onj finds the cumin and hurrys back to the soup adding it in dashes until it tastes right.. "..then he stirs it some more and says "Try that." Tumba tries that new version and his ears start to frizzle. He downs a back somersault, nearly knocking over the salad, and crashes into the wall. He gets up woozily,"Yum, it's perfect now, 'ere, lemme taste it again." Onj uses the spoon and gards the soup defensively.."Now now..we must leave some for dinner." Lilybud glares at the hare dancing around her kitchen. "h'I'd rather old an' crotchety than young an reckless anyday this o' next," she mutters drolly. Resting paw on her hips the apprentice cook. Who was working n the salad glares at Tumba as he nearly knocks it over! Diata points her fork at him "you nearly wrecked my salad! Your a regular kitchen demolisher"! Onj chuckles a bit. Tumba grins and dances around the kitchen,"Give me scoff and I'll go away, but I'll bally well be back another day!" He sings as he prances around. Onj says to Diata "There there..he's only a 'oungin...He'll learn in time.."..then adresses Tumba "You didnt intend to upset the saled did you?" Diata goes back to tossing her salad. Keeping a tight hold on the bowl with her extra paw. Grumbleing something that you cant understand but most likely about the danceing hare. She looks up every now and then to glare at Tumba. Onj having a little simpathy he says "If you behave ..After dinner I'll give you a scoff." Onj grins.."but Only if you behave.. Tumba shakes his head,"No sir, but if I 'ad fallen in it, that would of been jolly! I'll behave." He walks over to the oven and looks at the pasties inside again. Lilybud clears her throat, sighs, and shakes her head- a familiar pattern today. Clasping a paw to her forehead, she sinks back down into her uncomfortable chair, sloshing the liquid in the cup that she seems to have forgotten she's holding. Onj tastes the soup casually.."Mmm.."he says smaking his lips. "How long untill the main meal?" Lilybud's nose twitches, and a sudden whiff of smell causes her to wince. "h'I say, somebeast get those pasties, h'or they'll be burnt beyond flippin' recognition!" Without waiting for a response, the continues, "C'mon now, chop chop!" Leisha arrives from the Great Hall.. Leisha has arrived. Onj rushes over to retrive the pasteries....he retrives them ..and places them on the table.. Diata finally loosens her hold on the bowl. She throws up her paws "whew what a relief I would hate to have you danceing about destroying the kitchen". She sends one last hateful glare in the direction of Tumba. Then she looks down to her salad. She glances over a Lilybud "you ok miss"? Onj says, "I hope they arent Too burnt." Leisha worms her way into the kitchens, hurrying past everything, whispering something in Lilybud's ear, and then escaping out into the rain, of all places.
You never know with Leisha, but /still/. The rain...?
Leisha whispers, "Ah be off ta do a bit. Ye holler 'r send sommat if'n yah be needin' mah." to you. Lilybud shoots Diata a scowl, "Yes! Stop ja chatterin' and toss t'salad!" Tumba jumps up at the chance,"I'll test them." He runs over to the pasties and grabs one. He immediately burns his paw and hops and hops around the kitchen clutching his wounded paw. Lilybud head turns and her eyes follow Leisha's scramble through the kitchens. "Eh, soon as Leish touches off 'er fish, h'I s'pose..." she remarks absently to Onj. Diata chuckles then looks back to her salad grinning ear to ear. She continue to toss the salad. But after a while she remembers how sudden the hare allmost knocked it over last time. Just to be safe she again grasps the bowl. It seems to be just in time. Because at the exact moment Tumba stats to hop around the kitchen. Oh no food will never be safe! Tumba hops around the room some more, his face shriveled up in pain. He bounces off a table, misses Onj and the soup, barely misses Diata and the salad and almost slams into Lilybud. He flops down at her paws and dunks his paw into her cup. Leisha heads outside to the Kitchen Path.. Leisha has left. Lilybud bolts upright, demanding, "Well, h'I sa-" when her speech is broken off by a fit of hacking and coughing, which takes a long while to subside, and finally leaves her pale and faint, staggering and swaying until she catches herself between Tumba and the chair. Onj frowns "DInner will have to wait..we need to get you to the abbey infirmery.. Diata looks over at Lilybud stoping tossing the salad she moves over towards her "yes your right we should take her to the infermery. She looks very ill to me"! She nods sternly. Lilybud growls at Onj, "Nonsense..." though her voice lacks the conviction of an hour ago. "An' besides," she mutters, "Nightlily an' Sedge 'ave off an' disappeared any blasted way..." Onj mutters something about sick."As I am new back in town..Do we have any other healers arround. Tumba pulls his paw from the cup and sucks on it,"Much better, I say, this concoction isn't all that bad, you should try it, I'm sure it will take away your coughing." He wipes off his paw and edges toward the pasties again. Onua arrives from the Great Hall.. Onua has arrived. Onj motions "YOUr still in no condition to be cooking..Lets get you up to bed ..if nothing else.. Zapher arrives from the Great Hall.. Zapher has arrived. Lilybud retorts, "h'I wouldn't need t'be cookin', if you apprentices would git t'your chores." She gestures with a stirring motion at the soup. "T'will boil over h'unless ya keep stirrin' it. Y'ought t'know that by now." Zapher enters, following his stomach, which pulls him on a tigh leash. His tummy growls like a dog, his nose that of a bloodhound's tracking down a fresh kill. Cooookies. Onj stirs the soup. Diata frowns and shrugs "no I am afraid I cant recall many names of the healers". She hasnt the memory she had when she was a dibbun. She looks at Lilybud "now no need geting all upset we will finnish our chores just dont want you geting all sick on us". Onj motions "And i dont want the food to get your germs..". Tumba puts on his sternest face and stands his fullest height,"I say, old beaness, I command you to drink that there remedy and get well, wot wot, marm, and if'n you don't I will send you to bed!" He keeps a straight face through this all and hopes his bravado will work. Onua pokes her head around the door, hmmm food! She's starved after sitting recording in the Library for hours on end. "Pardons Oi, but could Oi bother your fore some vittles?" Lilybud clears her throat, abruptly noticing the recorders enterance, "Now git this gel some scoff!" Tumba scrambles for cover,"Sorry marm, no offense marm, my apologies marm, just trying to help marm, please forgive me marm." He scrambles to the table, picks up a cooled pasty and rushes it to the mole. "Here, I'm doing wot you said marm!" Diata nods sighing she turns "ok miss what would ya like. Have a look around eat what ya like". She points the the salad she finnished "over there is some fresh salad". She hurries to do as Lilybud said. Onua takes the pastie, "Thankee zir, very kind of ye." She grins and stands in the door way to eat it away from the activity. Lilybud chuckles awkwardly as an uncanny hush falls over the room. "Eh, well, we all ready now? Supper time, neh?" Tumba grins,"I'll say." He rushes over to the pasties and looks for the largest one. Diata nods turning to Lilybud. Giggling as she salutes with her salad fork "all ready for supper miss"! She glars at Tumba "but they wont be much left with this beast over here". Lilybud, rather than straining her obviously frail throat muscles, settles for announcing, "Ahem!" She scowls down her nose at Tumba, "h'At Redwall, we eat h'at a table." Tumba grins up at the crotchety old hare,"Sooner did then said, doncha know!" He races out to the Cavern Hole, carrying a tray of pasties with him.
- OOC Redwall Announcement: Lilybud says, "*RING!*RING!* The Matthias and
Methuselah bells ring across Redwall Abbey. Dinner is about to be served." Destiny arrives from the Great Hall.. Destiny has arrived. Leisha rushes in at the last moment to carry her fish out to the Cavern Hole. Lilybud marches towards the door, "Well, wot're y'all waiting for?" RW Abbey: Cavern Hole
Cavern Hole is nearly as large as the Great Hall. Everyday meals are served in this room. There are several smaller tables and chairs set about the room. The room and tables have numerous candles set about.
Exits: [Ki]tchen, [G]reat [H]all Throngs of beasts pour in the through the doors... a number of elders are strangely absent. Onj sits down to eat.. Onj looks over the table at all the food. Zapher arrives from the Great Hall.. Zapher has arrived. Diata follows Lilybud into the room. She takes a seat at random but she randomly sits by Onj. Her eyes cast around at the empty seats "wonder whats wronge....". Brocmal arrives from the Great Hall.. Brocmal has arrived. Skylet arrives from the Great Hall.. Skylet has arrived. Onj motions "So do I.."..then he motions to the abbot "Where is everyone?" Onj says, "If I may ask..this cant be good..." Onj he motions to half the empty seats. Zipzar arrives from the Great Hall.. Zipzar has arrived. Skylet wanders in...dry, for once. Apperently, somebeast managed to catch her and squese her into a dry habbit. Which is too big for her. So shes a bit sulky. And she still hasent found Bromcal or Nightlily... The Father Abbot enters the room, a faint tinge of green present on his face. The aroma of the food as it wafts into his nose is far from tantilizing. Instead, it makes his stomach churn as if something heavy had settled into the pit of his stomach. Groaning, Brocmal focuses his attention on Lilybud, plopping into the head chair as he anticipates dinner. "Good evening, all." He greets, forcing a weak smile. Zipzar enters the room slowly and looks around Lilybud stiffles a sneeze on the shoulder of habit before she ceremoniously, and with great effort, wheels a cart of fish to the head of the table. Onj starts passing food arround the tables.. "Oh, sure, now *dere* he is. Father Habbot!" Skylet pratcitly attacks the mouse at the head of the table, tugging his habbit vigorously. Cailet arrives from the Great Hall.. Cailet has arrived. Brocmal finds himself submitting to the pulls and tugs of the little dibbun, the liquids of his stomach swishing the great weight in his stomach. He clutches the edge of the table, his grip so tight that his knuckles begin to whiten as the flow of blood is interrupted. "Er.. Uh..." Brocmal swollows deeply, all but keeping from vomiting the remains of today's lunch and breakfast. "Let's pray..." Lilybud goes through the motions of serving fish... very... s l o w l y... Moving lethargically, she contributes little to the spread of the food on the table. Luckily, Leisha stands at her side, faithfully dishing out the fish and passing it around assembly-line-style. Lilybud's eyes fall on the Abbot and she nods sympathetically before bowing her head. Diata smiles and notices a number of beast missing. She says "well I'm not sure whats going on...". She then is quiet. Onj folds his paws in revrennce. A puddle of drool sits before the dibbun, and he leans over the table excitedly. He wipes the spittle on his sleeve, eyes still wide. He pauses catching sight of the Abbot. He calls over the table to Skylet, even though she's already seen him, "Dere 'e is! It's da Abbyot!" Trying to ignore the cries of the dibbuns which only compound the painful drumming in his head, Brocmal draws a deep breath and begins. "Let us thank the seasons for the food that fills our bellies, and the cooks that prepare it for us. Let none go to waste but let it sustain us and fuel us in all that we do." Pause, and realizing that the prayer was probably not quite up to par but finding it very hard to concentrate with the headache, Brocmal ends simply with, "Amen." Skylet blinks and stops tugging. For some reason, she knows that look that Bromcal has and she gives him a weird Look... Onj seeriously address the abbot "Are you feeling alright Father?".."IS there anything i can do?" Lilybud peers are the room quizically. In the absense of another elder, she awkwardly takes the seat next to Brocmal. As soon as her footpaws lose the weight of her plump body, she collapses noticably, slouching uncharacteristically. Zapher's jaw drops to the table, splashing in the puddle of drool. "He's sick -too-." He mouths to himself, astonished. "Broc, is yous okay? C'mon mizta Abbottt... whazza matter?" Concern masks his expression, and he doesn't realize he's doing to the Father more harm than good. Brocmal utters a few nervous chuckles, attempting to laugh off the Abbeymember's concern. Sure, he appreciates their care, but he doesn't want them to worry about him. Even as the olive shade continues to contaminate his normally creamy complexion beneath that chestnut fur, the Father Abbot says in a deliberately light tone, "Er.. Just prolly tired.. Lots to do with summer comin' up, ya know.. an' all..." Yet, despite what he says, he does not touch his food. Yuck. Perhaps the cooks won't notice? Zipzar looks at the abbot and blinks, he gets a bit of pie and some fish and nibles it as he looks around Onj frowns..waiting for the abbot to eat before he takes a bit...in respect of the abbots position. SplashSplashSplash-- goes the puddle, not to mention, Broc's stomach. With morbid fascination, the Father Abbot's gaze remains riveted on Zapher's puddle of drool despite the fact that sensibility might have dictated that he look away.. now. In retaliation, his stomach begins to gurgle, and good cooks, mistaking that for hunger, begins to hurriedly shovel food onto his plate. Ugh. Mudbogger arrives from the Great Hall.. Mudbogger has arrived. Peeking up at Onj, the Abbot gulps, swollowing convulsively in fear that if he doesn't, he might compromise the precarious position of his stomach. What? He expects him to -eat-? Alas, such is the life of an Abbot. "Where is Duskit when you need him..." The Father Abbot remarks as he eye-balls the fork as if it were some repulsive adder. And then heaving a huge sigh in resignation, Brocmal picks up the fork, dangling it between his fingers and prepares to stab it into a piece of broccli.. He mutters a silent prayer, chewing quickly and then swollowing. GurgleGurgleGurgle. Onj starts eating his soup..very very...slowly.. Lilybud clenches her teeth compulsively as she stares at the food piled on the plate in front of her. Abruptly standing, she offers her chair to Leisha and rushes back to the kitchen.
