03-03-2012, 05:12 AM
Pre'acha'n made a face at being left with the Lady's father, though he moved away quickly enough that it didn't matter quite so much. The scents were delicious, and he wandered a tad closer to the pots, noticing how carefully they were being guarded by the cook, and watching her shoo the father away. He almost jumped when he heard the chair move, and walked closer to the door when he saw which direction she'd been going. The need to see the rest of the ship was starting to get him anxious.
((Sorry, birdy-boy's being difficult tonight...))
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