Wardroom
Munching down the tower of power he had created on his own plate, Conrad noticed the thing he already knew. These people were…small. Really. He had met Egil before and didn’t wanna wake the dwarf up from his sleep, but he seemed one of the taller ones…But hey, the coffee was good and the food tasteful. He would wish for nothing more, except possibly a bigger chair. All of the sudden however, his silent enjoyment was stripped from him by an Ittô Hei. Feeling like a lumbering giant, he looked up from his meal, trying to chew away as much as possible before talking. He wouldn’t wish to seem impolite. It was enough, he thought.
‘’Go ahead. Just mind the leg space. I seem to be needing more than average of it…’’
As he took another few bites, he hoped that the coffee had taken enough hold to wake him up enough for logic thought and speech. Whilst he didn’t really wish to ask pesky question in the early morning, he felt he was kind of supposed to. But he knew nothing about this individual in his close vicinity. Great. He deemed asking her if she worked on this ship was going to make him look rather moronic, so he’d stay away from that.
‘’So…uh…How’d you get so cheerful without coffee?’’
As he took another sip he noticed he was already running out. Time for seconds! He’d wait a little though, the Shôshô started talking. Taking down the remnants that were once the mighty fortress of food, Conrad looked back at his new breakfast buddy. The cheerful one.
‘’And what is it that you do best on here, if I may ask?’’