"Aleks Gorbachev" [b]he replies, lifting his open hand as a greet[/b]
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[b]She takes a potato and begins to eat.[/b] "Tell me something" [b] She begins speaking with her mouth full.[/b] "How would a couple of stowaways attract the least amount of suspicion on a large ship of people who fight for a living" [b]She finishes munching and gulp down her bite[/b]
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"Fight for a living, I guess... Blend in with the majority" [b]He stabs a potato with his fork before sticking it into his mouth[/b]
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"Hiding with the majority seems like a no-brainer sure. But, what if said stowaway hid in plain sight, somewhere higher where people would look and say 'no way' "
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"Heh.... I'd say that I have no idea, honestly..."
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"Just some food for thought to along with out food" [b]She shrugs.[/b]
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"Food for thought, we're eating food... Eating thoughts.... Thinking thoughts about eating food and thoughts, what kind of food? I once served a cat... Chinese restaurants are weird..... Hmm..." [b]he continues to ramble to himself for a bit [/b]
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"Your mind sure does wander places"
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[b]He jolts his head up, seemingly confused as his eyes roll around for a bit[/b] "Huh..? Oh yeah, it really does..."
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"You read by any chance, as a hobby I mean"
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"Oh hell yes, I read a lot! Cook books, Japanese manga things, fantasy books, medieval books..."
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"Jolly! Here have a one" [b]She hands you a flyer.[/b] [i]Enigmatic Bard: I rent books out from my quarters, rate of 3 credits per day. If interested see Eleif.[/i]
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[b]He takes the flyer and his eyes dartle over the paper, reading it in an instant [/b] "So you got your own little business? Cool, I always wanted something like that"
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"You can cook"
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"Well yes, but I don't really have my own business thing"
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"You can start one easily by cooking things not available in the mess hall. Pastries perhaps?"
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"Ooh... Though I doubt that pastries alone could make a business"
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"You've clearly never been to a doughnut shop then, or a cafe"
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"Yeah, but that sell coffee and stuff too... Luckily I can make that too.... Hmm... Coffeeshop... Weed, no? Maybe... Though I can't sell drugs.... Wait, isn't caffeine a drug.... It is.... Oh my, I'm gonna be a drug dealer...."
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"That business isn't as exciting a shows make it out to be, so you know"
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"Huh? I was talking about caffeine. Coffee is filled with it, caffeine is considered a drug... I think, so I'm gonna be a drug dealer"
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She looks around. "And I was talking about drug running"
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"Meh, I'm just gonna sell... Coffee... And pastries... And tea.... To the Brits... Oy chap!"
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"I'll buy boxes of Earl Grey and Prince of the Whales then"
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"I'll bake... Things.... Like cake! I like cake... Too bad that the cake is a lie... But what if the cake isn't a lie, what if the world as we know it is a lie" [b]he continues to ramble to himself for a bit [/b]