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[The feed kicks in to the sound of a man clearing his throat. He seems a little unsure of what he's about to say.]

Hullo, hullo. Welcome newcomers.

[Man, what a classy intro that was. So smooth, Joseph!]

For those of y'that I haven't met, my name is Joe. I man the kitchen here and I'm the one that put together the shit-awful feast you had on your first night here.

M'sorry fer that. At the time I was short staffed, unprepared and tired as fock. The good news, is that I've caught up on my beauty sleep and whatever I make from here on in sure as hell won't suck quite so bad.

Y'can find me in the kitchens more often than not, otherwise, try the bar or out by the lake. If any of you have any cookin' experience or want to help out, I'd more than welcome it. The more help I get, the better yer food is gonna be.

[Silence falls while Joe runs over what he's just said.]

Right. I think that's about it. Come say hello or somethin'.

[Fin.]

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[When the pretty blonde sticks her head around the door Joe grins. It's been a while since they've had anyone but staff around the Keep and girls are always a good thing in Joe's opinion.]

Ah, y'found me. Good work.

[Wiping his hands on a dishcloth, the Irishman starts towards her and offers a hand to shake.]

Joseph Ivers, at yer service.

Edited 2011-04-12 04:40 (UTC)

[It's a bit odd to have such focus on her again and to interact with people one-on-one. It happened so rarely at home, and even less after she left. She bobs her head once in a bit of a nod and smiles, taking his hand and giving it a shake.]

I'm Bryn. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Ivers.

[Her gaze keeps skittering away from his as she takes in the sights of the kitchen. It's easier than holding eye-contact with the charming man.

To the untrained eye, it appears immense and full of things that Bryn couldn't even begin to put a name to.]

I've never seen a kitchen area so large before...

[He cringes when she addresses him as 'Mister Ivers' and shoots her a slightly pleading look.]

Ach, just Joe will do, lass. Formality and I have never really got along so let's just keep it simple, aye? And no 'Sir' either. Got enough of that in the military to last me a lifetime.

[The smile creeps back onto his face as he looks back to the kitchen. It's twice the size of the last place he worked at and far more looked after. He's done a lot of work to it in the time he's been at the Keep, and right now Joe can feel nothing but pride.]

Ain't it a beauty?

[He runs a hand across the top of one of the long benches. The kitchen is made of up two large benches central with more benches lining the walls. There's pots and pans and an excellent collection of knives and a large double sink. Over a fire brews a large pot of, goodness knows what but doesn't it smell delicious?]

[Oh, oops. Bryn just can't seem to get it right with the staff, can she? She nods her agreement, looking somewhat sheepish. Habits were hard to break.]

Sorry. Of course, Joe.

[She follows his hands as he runs them over the benches, and continues past to the walls, allowing herself a chance to get a more thorough look. Some items are recognizable at second glance, though she wouldn't begin to know what they're for or how to use them.]

It's quite impressive. I wouldn't know the first thing about how to keep it all straight. Do you...do you suppose it would be easy to learn a few things here or there? Something helpful?

[She'd like to learn to cook but the last thing she wants to do is get in the way and become a hindrance.]

[He grins and lifts himself to sit on the corner of the bench.]

If you want to learn to cook, Bryn, all y'got to do is ask.

[She looks around the kitchen once more, to the left, to the right, then back to Joe. Her hesitance is clear and she hedges around an affirmative answer.]

It wouldn't be too much trouble would it?

[Joe watches her with interest. Bryn wouldn't be the first shy apprentice he's had over the years.]

Not a problem at all, lass. If anything, you learnin' to cook is something I should be thanking you for. With this many people in the Keep, doin' all this on my own is more work than I can manage.

[At least without a proper nights sleep beforehand.]

[It makes her smile to think she could be helpful, and doing something she wants as opposed to simply being someone else's chess piece.

Pleased, she offers a smile.]

Well if you're sure, then I'd love to learn, especially if I can be of some use...is there a specific time when it would be best for me to come in?

There's always a lot goin' on before breakfast and dinner but any other time is good fer learnin' basics. Once we get that down yer welcome to join in on the mail meal makin'.

[Joe is pleased to have an apprentice again.]

Then, maybe after breakfast tomorrow I could come back? Better in the morning I think before I get tired...

[Handling knives and hot pans while getting sleepy doesn't seem smart, all things considered.]

Breakfast rush isn't as hardcore as Dinner. Sounds like a good place to start if you ask me.

[He smiles at her and then asks the fated question.]

So uh... how's life in the Keep goin' for ya so far? Settlin' in well? No one givin' you any trouble I hope.

No, no one's giving me any trouble but...it's still quite an adjustment. Being here. I'm not used to being around so many people.

[With a sheepish smile, she shrugs. Bryn doesn't talk about how her room makes her feel a little claustrophobic, or how it's hard to sleep with it so quiet and still inside. She definitely doesn't mention how it's odd to be walking around as a human for such a long period of time.]

...I don't suppose you know what the woods outside the keep are like, do you?

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[Joe nods and listens to her speak. At the mention of the woods, he arches an eyebrow.]

They're pretty, or at least I reckon they are. Whole lot of animals runnin' around out there but nothin' too dangerous. It's a good place to walk when you need a break. Time out zone.

[Generally Joe takes a boat out to go fishing when he needs a breather, but the forest is another awesome place to go.]

Little deer runnin' around out there and all.

[Well, Joe, you really caught her interest at the mention of the deer. If there aren't any major predators in the woods, her first one might be easy enough to take down. It might not be as much on its guard...]

Really? Deer? Does anyone ever go hunting in there to bring one back for dinner? I've...heard that venison can be quite good when it's fresh.

[Her mouth isn't already watering, shut up.]

[He can see that look of hunger, that her interest in the deer doesn't stop at them being cute and furry. It's a look he's seen many times before. Suddenly Bryn doesn't seem quite as innocent as he'd first thought.

Joe doesn't react, keeping his usual contented attitude to the front. He nods his head at the mention of venison.]

Aye, it is. Dos has brought buck in before. Not often, but worth the effort when he does.

[Joe offers a small, playful smile.]

If yer plannin' on catching one, then good luck to ye. They're speedy little bastards on their bad days, faster again when they're alert.

[He makes no mention of the fangs.]

[She's not aware of how transparent her feelings are, thankfully. Bryn might be lacking life experience, but after the last few years, she's no stranger to the hunt and kill in the wild.

So yes, the deer are cute and furry, they just happen to also be delicious.]

I've...I've got a trick or two up my sleeve. I might be able to get one. If I do, will you show me how to cook it?

[Joe nods, smile staying fully where it is.]

As I said, good luck to ye. It's been a while since there's been venison on the menu... If you can bring me one, I'll show ya how to go about it.

[He's pretty pleased with this whole conversation. New person, cute girl, apprentice, the thought of Bryn running around trying to catch an ever-elusive deer... Joe can't help but be happy with the day.]

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