From all the many things he could have said. Because of course. Of course they would have fresh dairy. From what he's seen of the place they may have their own farm.
Of course it isn't lost on Izzy that yes, many ships would keep a cow, but milk was seasonal and dependent so to have it on tap was truly special.
Then again the ceiling glows on command and there's fresh water coming from every pipe, so what the fuck does he know. Gratefully, Lucius just gets on the with task and he watches closely, taking in how the machine works and marveling a bit at the delicate paper bags in which the tea is stored. He's slightly offended that their contents aren't emptied but once he sees it in motion, he understands and appreciates the ease and innovation. How fascinating.
He takes a perch by leaning his hip against the dresser and folding his arms over his chest, just watching. But also watching his guest quite carefully. They haven't spent this much time alone together...ever maybe, if you discount the other day. He isn't sure how to feel about it. Life was awkward aboard The Revenge because they- sort of- occupied the same rank. Now here they have nothing of the sort and the man he looked to for a plan has nothing to offer. It feels aimless.
Izzy hates aimless. If he stops moving forward for a second then the past might catch up and devour him whole. How can he preserve himself without purpose?
"My captain tells me there's a crew forming. To what end?"
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From all the many things he could have said. Because of course. Of course they would have fresh dairy. From what he's seen of the place they may have their own farm.
Of course it isn't lost on Izzy that yes, many ships would keep a cow, but milk was seasonal and dependent so to have it on tap was truly special.
Then again the ceiling glows on command and there's fresh water coming from every pipe, so what the fuck does he know. Gratefully, Lucius just gets on the with task and he watches closely, taking in how the machine works and marveling a bit at the delicate paper bags in which the tea is stored. He's slightly offended that their contents aren't emptied but once he sees it in motion, he understands and appreciates the ease and innovation. How fascinating.
He takes a perch by leaning his hip against the dresser and folding his arms over his chest, just watching. But also watching his guest quite carefully. They haven't spent this much time alone together...ever maybe, if you discount the other day. He isn't sure how to feel about it. Life was awkward aboard The Revenge because they- sort of- occupied the same rank. Now here they have nothing of the sort and the man he looked to for a plan has nothing to offer. It feels aimless.
Izzy hates aimless. If he stops moving forward for a second then the past might catch up and devour him whole. How can he preserve himself without purpose?
"My captain tells me there's a crew forming. To what end?"