08:04 PM

Old 67th HQ: Dining Chamber
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This is the dining chamber of the 67th. It is rather simple in design. In it, there are two large, long tables, with equally long benches lining each side. These two tables are easily enough to accommodate the number of hares living here. Along the center of the table, candles are lit, as are torches, which line the walls.
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[M]ain [I]ntersection    [K]itchen

Being a jolly day, Jarril is busy catching up on some mid meal snack since he missed one of the main meals of the day.  Sitting in the middle of one of the tables, he has several high piles of food surrounding him as he busies himself in the task of filling up his unsatisfied stomach.  A few other hares are there and about but mostly off duty and chatting to themselves quietly or making a occasional loud laugh.

Sundew leans casually on the doorpost as she sniffs the air and sighs appreciatively. "Ahh, that's the stuff, wot.." she murmurs to herself. Lingering for a few moments, surveying the scene before her, she chuckles fondly at the chatty creatures enjoying their food, before disappearing into the kitchens momentarily, returning with a plate of scones and a beaker of cordial. Striding over to Jarril's table, she sets her plate down with a clatter. "Anybeast sittin' here, friend?"

Jarril looks to the side of himself, then the other side of the empty table, only four other hares at the very end and grins back.  "I am sure there is enough room at the moment, not sure afterwards when I've finished this lot though."  Stuffing a piece of cheese into his mouth.   Chewing quickly before washing it down with some ale.  "So friend."  Leaving the rank at the door.  "How's ya day been so far?  Anything interesting happen?"

Sundew shrugs her shoulders, speaking through a mouthful of scone. "Nah, s'been a lazy day really.. everybeast's either relaxed or restless today. Not been sleepin' well recently, either." She rubs her tired eyes and wipes crumbs from her whiskers. "What about yoursel', mate?"

Jarril nods his head.  "Aye, I suppose it's something ta do about being so far away from that jolly crisp sea air."  Leaning back slightly with a smile.  "As for the restless part, comes with the territory I suppose during peace."  Thinking slightly.  "Hmmm, anything happen."  Drumming his claws on the table.  "Funny ya ask that really, not much but I did hear something going about the lower ranks of Timballiso, ya know.  That young buck that just managed ta get in the patrol before we upped and ran over here and all.  He was the newest member ta meet the cook's ladle this breakfast, came in late and all."  Shrugging.  "Apart from that, things have been quiet."

Sundew chuckles softly. "Ah, young 'uns.. they're all the same, reckless and hasty, so quick for their own paws they forget where they oughta be.. still, I was like that once, and I reckon a good few of us officers were, eh?" She pushes away the empty plate, somewhat satisfied, and leans back, scratching an ear with a contented sigh.

Jarril smirks.  "Ah, well.  I remember a few words from my pa.  Ya know, usual things.  Rascal, cheeky."  Laughing slightly, the major picks up his ale and takes a big swig, wiping his whiskers with a arm.  "Oh and never one ta listen ta orders.  He called bally bad show."  Placing the mug down, he shook his head.  "Never thought I would start to think like the old colonel did back all those seasons ago though."

Sundew says, "Aye.. that's what age does to ye.. though I wouldn't say either of us was old, I'm on'y countin' 12 seasons for m'self.." Sundew downs the contents of her own beaker, before leaning back once more and half closing her eyes, legs stretched out and crossed before her."

Jarril nods slowly.  "Aye well.  I just reached 12 seasons meself, doncha know."  Piling stuff to make a tall sandwich he grins.  "Not done ta bad really, although some times I love ta go back ta being a leveret.  Although having baths wasn't one of those fond memories back then."  Smirking and biting a huge chunk of his sandwich.  Eating in between words.  "Less responsibility and thinking the world was a nice place back then."  Taking his drink again, the major gives a small smile.  "Ah but no offence here but ya look more like 10 seasons ta me."  Looking away to see what the clatter was and a hare bending down to pick food off the floor.

Sundew raises an eyebrow. "Why thankyou..Major." She grins slyly at Jarril, cocking an ear on one side. "At least I'll be keepin' my youth.. I reckons if'n you keeps feedin' that belly, you'll look more like 10 seasons more!" She laughs, nudging the other hare playfully with her elbow, before rising with the plate, headed to the kitchen for more scones.

Jarril smirks and speaks out loudly as you are leaving.  "Aye, but then I'll just run it off again as usual.  Young never get a belly, wot."  Smiling softly, the major gets up and makes his way to where the ale barrel is and refills his mug, looking around at the other hares and just smiles, walking back to where he was and finishes what food he had left on the plate before Sundew could come back.  Patting his stomach, the hare takes a swig of ale and idly picks at the crumbs on the plate.

Returning from the kitchen, Sundew pads softly back to the table with a plateful of fresh hot scones. Placing the plate on the worn, oak table, she leans over and sniffs, "Mm.. straight from the oven. Dig in, friend.. or can your belly not handle any more food?" She adds, with a snort, sitting down and helping herself.

Jarril gives a mock insulted look as he picks up a scone, tosses it about in his paws while blowing on it and takes a exploratory nibble.  "I say, nowt wrong with my bally stomach, wot.  Plenty of room for these nice warm scones."

Sundew flicks a crumb at Jarril as she watches his 'exploratory' nibble.. heh, more like dainty. "Well, if'n that be the case, less talk, more chompin, wot!" She chews and swallows the first scone, taking another, emitting a few contented noises in between mouthfuls.

Jarril gives a smirk, then a smart salute.  "Aye, aye, colonel.  As ya command."  Stuffing the whole scone in one mouthful and swallowing it down.  Grabbing at the ale and taking a swig.  "But anyways..."  Taking another scone.  "Nothing wrong in talking while eating I say."  Looking about while stuffing the second scone in.

Sundew shrugs. "Sometimes it's nice to enjoy your food.. know what I mean?" Swallowing loudly, she reaches for another scone. "Blimey, you know, if I'd known scones could taste this good I would've been a bally cook, not a bloomin' fighter!"

Jarril swallows another scone and gets in a slight wisecrack.  "Well, could always resign and end up being a cook if ya so wish, friend.  But don't sack the poor blighter that made these.  I think I like our current cook, wot."  Taking two more scones and then eyeing the last remaining two and taking it.  "But then there's nothing like teaching miscrints some manners as well."  Swallowing his last scone and taking to his ale.  Putting the mug down.  "Then again I didn't know that ya could cook?"  Giving a questionable look.

Sundew snorts. "Never tried my paw at cookin, actually." She furrows her brow slightly.. "On second thoughts, maybe I wouldn't be a cook.. I could appoint mesel' to Chief Bally Food Taster back at the mountain, wot?" She gets up and patters back into the kitchen for some more cordial, this time bringing back a jugful, from which she generously pours herself a beaker.

Jarril laughs on that thought.  "Now ya would end up with a belly if ya were official taster."  The major leaning onto the table with his elbows and smiles.  "Then again, maybe when I retire I take some time in the kitchens or cellar..."  Musing quietly, sipping more of his ale.  "one thing though, I miss seeing the young leverets about the place though.  Hope those back at the mountain are doing okay."

Sundew blows crumbs across the empty plate in front of her. "All are safe in the mountain.. I just wish I didn't feel so flippin' uneasy about being away from the place.." She swings around so that her back faces the table, and leans back against it with a sigh, the air rushing out of her lungs as her spine hits the hard, wooden table edge. "Know what I'm saying, Major?"

Jarril nods.  "I do, I am just a bit homesick that's all.  Strange really since I haven't been there for most of my life but I call it my home now."  Wrapping his paws about the mug.  "I suppose meeting such good friends and comrades does that ta a young hare."  Taking another sip he nods his head as he swallows.  "Wouldn't give it up though for anything."  Looking at Sundew now.  "I suppose we be going back home at somepoint, I hope so anyways but I follow whatever orders are given ta me."

Sundew shrugs, and pours herself another beaker of cordial, savouring the taste as she sips it slowly. "Well.. I reckon we'll be here for a while longer, 'tis a long trip back out west.." She smiles fondly. "Still.. I'm more than happy t'travel a thousand miles just for a sight of the bally old mountain- home! That's what it is, mate..home. And what a beautiful word, eh?"

Jarril nods.  "Won't get a word of argument from me."  Holding up his own mug, he turns around and twitches his ears slightly.  "So why not a toast for the bally good mountain and the safety of all that are back there.  Ta home."  Clanking his mug against your beaker and taking a deep swig.

Sundew acknowledges the toast and lifts her beaker, nodding and taking a deep drink. "T'home. Bless the place.. had some fond memories there. Still.. t'ain't like we're never going back there, wot?" She sets the beaker down and wipes her mouth on a paw. "It'll be like.. goin' home after a bally holiday..but not quite."

Jarril gets up, moves over and pulls a stool back to where he was and as he sits down, he rests his legs on the stool and nods.  "Well, as long as they have a big huge welcome home feast for us, then I be happy."  The hare thinking of food again.  "Food, drink, dancing...."  He trails off and just smiles on the thought.  "Could do with another celebration of some sort.  Pity no one's planning ta get married again or announcing a birth."  The major stops and blushes slightly, changing subject quickly with a cough behind a paw.  "Well, that and Blud's birthday...  Can't remember when that is though, don't think I was told when it be our lords birthday ta be honest."

Sundew chuckles. "Marriages, eh? Eh, y'never know, there's always somebeast springing surprise celebrations on us." She stands up, brushing herself down. "Now if y'don't mind, mate, I've gotta go and find Zoey to discuss summat. Was nice speakin' to you, wot," She smiles, draining the last drops from her beaker and setting it back down on the table.