Bubbly Pies (open)

[Foxy]

The bustle in the kitchen echoed out into the corridors of the Lower Caverns, it was busy with preparations for the evening meal-throbbing, humming with the voices and laughter of drudges and Weyrfolk alike. It was the heart beat of the Weyr and Kenwyn smiled as he watched on from his vantage point standing in the alcove just outside the main cooking hearth. It was warm here sweat began to bead on his forehead, but from here he could watch the baking hearth and the baker as she brought the bubblies out from the fire to cool on racks. ‘Smells good…’ The dark haired candidate’s stomach gave a rumble and he placed a hand over it grinning. He hadn’t tried to pull this since he was twelve, but he was bored… and hungry. It was still along way before the end day meal.

As soon as the baker turned her back, Kenwyn made his move, he looked around making sure no one was watching then stepped out from his hiding place. Walking boldly through the kitchen like he had a purpose and truly he did- a bubbly pie, or two- the candidate headed toward the cooling racks.

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"ahem." Shaylin cleared her throat, coming up behind the candidate. She placed her hands on her hips. She had been after the headwoman about some provisions. She stood behind him looking at him with curiousity. She stopped herself from smirking and reguarding him with a serious air. "Excuse me, but are you delivering those pies? I thought Lenna was saving those. . ." She wasn't a silly little greenrider, she knew what he was doing, and it nearly made her laugh. Of course she had the same ideas as a candidate, but she was stopped and he would be too. "What is your name?"

[Foxy]

‘Char the shell.’ Kenwyn hunched his shoulders and closed his eyes, hearing the voice behind him he knew he was caught… but it hadn’t been Lenna’s voice nor anyone else’s he knew from the kitchens., perhaps he still had a chance. Still holding the cooling rack the candidate turned around and looked for the voice. Grinning he looked down on the small blonde woman, a green rider by her knots. His eyes twinkled as he thought of what he could say to get himself out of this… at least he was older than most weyrbrats, it might be believable. “Oh… the pies? Yes, the pies. I was sent to take them to the … um…” Kenwyn hesitated and cursed himself. If he didn’t come up with something fast, he was toast. Lenna wouldn’t be gone for long.

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She arched her eyebrows, waiting for his excuse to come rolling out. She expected him to say that he was taking it to a sick friend in the infirmary or some charitable event. She allowed herself a coy grin. "Yes? I don't believe you told me your name?" She did not recognise him in turn. She did not search him anyway. Her curiosity peaked, who was this boy? Certainly not from around here.

[Foxy]

‘Maybe if she isn’t in the kitchens that often…’ “I was told to take them to the Dinning Hall, to start setting up the serving tables.” In that instance Kenwyn was glad that he had chosen to clean up after working a shift at the forge, he was also glad he had left his candidate knots off. It didn’t pay to pilfer from the kitchens, skip lessons with the Candidate Master AND advertise your rank. “S’ry bout the name Lady Rider. I’m called Kenwyn.” The young man dipped his head to the short woman, a half grin painting his full lips. He still didn’t put down the pies, but he did cut his eyes in the direction the Baker had gone

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"You are, are you?" Her greenrider friends didn't have any sons to match his description and it bugged her that she didn't know him. It was an itchy feeling and she eyed him up yet, "I am so sorry I got in your way, young Kenwyn. I'll be sure to let the Headwoman know what excellent work you are doing. She'll be delighted to know what a great help you are to Lenna." She smirked, taking a seat, "In fact, I am actually going to see the Headwoman, so I can put in a good word with you right next to me. Sounds good, eh?"

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The young man visibly shrank at the greenrider’s words, turning several shades paler in the process. “You really don’t have to do that. It’s nothing really.” Kenwyn cursed the fact that he had used his own name, he’d been too sure of himself that she would fall for his ’clever’ ruse. He began to inch away, but still reluctant to give up his prize. He could easily trade off those pies for other candidate contraband… besides he was still so hungry. It took several heartbeats but he realized they were at an impasse… she had called his bluff.

“Look… you caught me. But can you blame me?” Kenwyn cast his most charming grin, dimples digging deep into his forge reddened cheeks. “Don’t tell and I’ll split them 50/50?”

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Shaylin laughed, genuinly laughed, "I don't want your bubblies, child. I've got to watch my girlish figure," She smirked. "I tried to do the same thing at your age, young master Kenwyn, tell you the truth, if I hadn't seen you sneek up to those bubbly pies, I might not have suspected at thing." Truth be told, she might still have been a little suspicious that she never knew this kitchen boy. She reguared him silently, contemplating what to do with the boy-let him go, be the 'cool' greenrider, or be the authority figure and turn him in. She always took the road that looked better for her. Still, the Headwoman was more likly to believe her over the kid. "Tell you what, you put back those bubblies and I let you go free. And instead, I'll ask the Headwoman for a bubbly pie for you."

[Foxy]

‘Shardding Fall, Child?’ Kenwyn’s pride stung, he had been more than a little enamored of the blonde woman-her attitude and words cut. Pulling his six foot plus frame straight the candidate seat down the tray snagging two of the pies as he did so. “Ask for me? Oh gee, you’d do that for me?” His eyes flashed as the biting sarcasm spewed over pouting lips. Taking a bite of one of the still hot bubblies and regretting it almost immediately Kenwyn turned on his heel… she could shardding tell if she wanted too. ‘Faranth, that’s bloody hot.’

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She snickerd, that didn't go as well as she had planned, but whatever. She still needed to talk to the Headwoman any how. She sniffed. She wouldn't speak of the pie incident, because to her it was slightly embarrassing to have him talk back to her with such sarcasm. Guess he didn't take to being teased. Oh well. She turned in her seat to watch for Lenna. She would have to come back another time. She stood up and with out a word walked out. She should tend to Zithy, who was just finishing a bath...

[Foxy]

Walking toward the threshold of the kitchen Kenwyn faught hard not to fan his mouth. He'd lost enough pride as it was. Most of the drudges ignored him, but he saw a few assistantes that could cause problems. Hiding the bubblies by this side was easy enough though...

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On her way out, she turned to speak to Kenwyn, and winking playfully perhaps to add salt to the wound, "Oh, and don't drink water if you burn your tongue, love, makes it worse." She smiled, "See you around." She started to make her way to the lake. . .

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((Oh by the way, I continued her trek at the lake for you or any other readers if you all need something to post to.))