[D4 EN] Yay! Let's feed more people! (or, chicken soup)

[Illiam'iira]

Illiam'iira hums as she carries her haul to the Pantry. A bunch of chickens hanging off the pole held on her shoulders.

...honestly, Quev's carrying most of it in his bag of holding... and the rest in his arms... but still... it's the thought that counts. Or so she hopes. All them chickens, flour, salt, pepper, sugar, eggs, butter, carrots, onions, garlic, potatoes, squash, herbs, rice, ginger, extra wood for the fire... everything needed to make an amazing chicken and dumpling soup. And fresh bread. And pie. Lots of good food to feed lots of people, like she was taught.

Oh god what if this is a horrible mistake. What if she's doing too much! What if -- again Illiam'iira punts her worries into the ether. So what? At least she's fucking trying. That's better than nothing, ain't it! And if the pantry doesn't want it, she can find somewhere else to make soup and hand it out.

...she's still glad she was able to find a fancy enough drink to bribe Quev into helping. She'll just have to keep buying it for him for the next week or so to keep him from complaining toooo much.

With the Pantry in sight she looks around to hail for someone.

[D4 EN] Chicken soup Hive roll: 1d100 15
[D4 EN] Chicken soup Slags roll: 1d100 45

(Expecting but feel free to join!)

[Quevlin'e]

Quev will follow Illia, drinking away at this odd dairy drink that has squishy orbs in it. It is good. As Illia seems a bit distressed, Quev will pat her on the head and offer some of his drink.

[Illiam'iira]

As Illia seems a bit distressed, Quev will pat her on the head and offer some of his drink.

She'll make a high pitched happy sound as she 'steals' a sip! "I'm fiiiiine," Illi tells him earnestly. "Just. You know how I get."

"You excited for soup 'n pie?" Only fair the both get a little bit too.

[Rena]

Rena stretched her back and wiped her hands on her apron. Things were about to start winding down, and they could start getting ready for the morning. That was the nice thing about helping out around here. While the rest of Sigil leaned toward one flavor of madness or another, the kitchen was consistent. A safe haven for within and without.

Still, she didn't normally volunteer this frequently. Things to do, places to be. But work, her actual work, had been slow, and with her expenses it's not like she really needed the money. She could stand to put in an appearance more often. As satisfying as it was to steal from someone with more than they knew what to do with, it was good to make herself useful besides.

And the real reason, though she'd hardly admit it, was that the sparkly girl from the other day might turn up again.

People don't usually turn up to help so soon after their arrival. And she was nice, asking for nothing. But in Rena's foolishness, she hadn't even gotten her name. Of course, she could probably ask around. Someone like that would make an impression on anybody. But then... No. She would turn up here on her own, without any intervention on Rena's part. Probably. Not that it mattered. Not that they were friends.

She put a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes. What was the matter with her...

But when she opened them again, there she was, with, chickens over her shoulder? And her bodyguard, the broom-tamperer, was in tow. Of course. But as Rena waved her over, she couldn't stop the hint of a smile from playing at her lips.

[Feature]

Feature again seemed to have spent a long time helping at the Gatehouse as they came back to meet Illiam again - and was happy to see another Bleaker there he hadn't had much chance to talk to before, as well as another visitor.

They waved to them all, a wide but seemingly tired smile on their face.

"Oi! Illiam, and... Anner? We think we've met at the Gatehouse, haven't we?" Then to the other visitor. "Hi mister!", they said simply without really asking or assuming much, just keeping a kinda silly smile on their face. "So chicken soup today?", they say examining the ingredients. The smile widens.

[Illiam'iira]

"Chicken soup!" Illiam'iira chirps with a big grin. "And pie and bread! And tea! And butter! And sugar! Enough for a few days!" With a hop and a skip she enters into the soup kitchen. "Hello again Feature, hi miss Rena! Y'all wanna help make looooots of food?"

If she'd known they'd be here she would have grabbed fancy drinks for them too! Illi knows the power of a good treat bribe before a night of hard work.

[Rena]

Rena turned to look behind her at Feature's address. Was there someone else here who she hadn't met? Who was... ah./ "It's Rena," she corrected gently. "It's nice to see you again..." shit. Shit shit shit. They were the only modron she'd met personally, she should know this! "Aspect, was it? We have met, though I don't believe I took the time to meet you properly. We... I'll look forward to working with you."

As for Illiam, the kitchen was rarely in the business of refusing donations, especially when delivered with such enthusiasm. In honesty Rena had been prepared to provide something pretty basic, but Illiam's zeal was infectious. "It sounds like you've brought us quite the spread, miss Illiam. Let's see it then, the hive could use something to be optimistic about," she says warmly, already mapping out in her head what she might make.

[Feature]

Rena turned to look behind her at Feature's address. Was there someone else here who she hadn't met? Who was... ah./ "It's Rena," she corrected gently. "It's nice to see you again..." shit. Shit shit shit. They were the only modron she'd met personally, she should know this! "Aspect, was it? We have met, though I don't believe I took the time to meet you properly. We... I'll look forward to working with you."

As for Illiam, the kitchen was rarely in the business of refusing donations, especially when delivered with such enthusiasm. In honesty Rena had been prepared to provide something pretty basic, but Illiam's zeal was infectious. "It sounds like you've brought us quite the spread, miss Illiam. Let's see it then, the hive could use something to be optimistic about," she says warmly, already mapping out in her head what she might make.

"Oh, Rena! We apologise! That's gon be an aspect we'll always remember now, promise!"

A silly grin.

"Oooooo that's a lot of food! The hive sure could use that! Shall we start working on it already?"

The corner of the grin raises slightly. "Speaking of a spread... you wouldn't have found anything else about that poor sod from yesterday, would you, ms Illiam?"

Then turning to Rena again. "Ms Rena... has ms Illiam told you anything about that?"