[T-1 Evening] Bon Apetite

[Jan Novak]

She got a thumb-up back, as Jan wondered if anyone here knew anything about where potatoes or corn could be found.

[James Hall]

((Note: Mata is the daughter.))

Having grown up among Rasa & Drac pirates, Mata took the thumbs up as a rude gesture and gave it right back to him with an appropriate angry look on her face.

[Jan Novak]

Which was fine by Jan; extra-verbal communication started, went, ended. Something about the kid - or the idea of a kid in general - made him grumpier anyway.

[James Hall]

Mata turns to her father. "What is his problem?"

James shrugged. "Dunno. I think he's a scientist. They can be prickly. Best let him be. Remember. You need to get your division done for cake."

With that, Mata turned her attention back to the noteputer.

"My apologies cook Colette."

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun enters with his typical amount of swagger, hoping tio encounter Snorri and whatever's in his flask, or someone else ready to debrief the Sims via drinking.

[James Hall]

He was greeted with a wave from Mata.

[Dorgan Bruun]

He was greeted with a wave from Mata.

Bruun returns the wave, smiling at the youngster. He wanders toward father and daughter.

"What's the final verdict on the day, y'all? Did we meet expectations?" he asks with a cocky smirk.

[Colette Rupelle]

Which was fine by Jan; extra-verbal communication started, went, ended. Something about the kid - or the idea of a kid in general - made him grumpier anyway.

Colette saw the grumpy scientist and pouted. "Excuse moi..." She walked over to Jan. "How may I be of assistance?"

[Jan Novak]

"Our chef, right?" He looked up. He didn't have good memory for names unless they came from scientists that christened laws and equations. "How much spare starch-rich plants do we have in stock?"

[Andrea DeTroyes]

With the sims finished, Andrea decides a meal is in order. She takes stock of the people present. Giving nods to those she knew and stopping to ponder her seating.