01:38 AM

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

Coming from within the kitchen, Jarril carries a big plate in both paws, stuff to the brim and as high as a mountain on various vittles.  Watching the flan at the top, wobble about a bit as the hare moves, he gives it a frown and mutters.  "Don't ya dare fall ta the ground."  Slowly but surely, the major makes it over to a table and gradually lowers the plate down and sighs with a grin.  "Righty-o, tuckers time, wot!"

Sundew surveys the mountain of food with a raised eyebrow. She folds her arms and crosses one leg over the other, leaning back on one of the tables as she raises her gaze to the Major. "I take it y'didn't make any o'that y'self.." Straightening up, she crosses the room and seats herself comfortably opposite Jarril. "S'funny, Major, I never seem to see you many other place 'sides here, wot. Bottomless pit of a stomach, eh?"

Jarril smiles back at Sundew and nods, making a pie dissappear quickly.  "Runners need more food than fightah's I say."  Smiling at the colonel, the major continues to speak.  "Care ta share?"  Looking around the side of the mountain of food with a grin.

Sundew shrugs her shoulders carelessly and props her elbows on the worn tabletop. "Eh, only if you're sure. Risky business, tucker.." She deftly flicks a large crumb and watches it spin off the table before its progress is halted by a chair leg. She turns her attention back to the major. "Heh, if needs be, we c'n always get some more.." she comments, cocking her head in the direction of the kitchens.

Jarril sniggers slightly back.  "Between us, they will class us as the worse kind of food bags ever."  The major smiling again.  "Sure, tuck in."  Going back to his task in hand, the major speaks out from behind the pile.  "So, fri-colonel.  How has ya day been so far?  Anything of interest happen?"

Digging out a scone from somewhere near the bottom of the pile, Sundew eyes it sceptically before taking a bite. A moment of silence as she chews, and then swallows. Her eyes close with a grimace as she sets the scone down on the hard wooden table with a thud, remarking, "Ugh.. whoever's on kitchen duty this week'd better learn t'flippin' well cook, or I'll end up having to make me own tucker.. again!" She pushes the scone towards Jarril. "Y'could dig rocks from the quarry with that.."

Jarril blinks, stops and looks at the scone for a moment.  Picking it up, the major gives it a bite and shrugs.  "Ah well, could be worse I suppose."  Crunching down onto the hard scone while smiling.  "Had worse I suppose on my travels, wot."  Giving a blink, the major tries to swallow what he has in his mouth and struggles for a moment and then gulps it down.  Placing the scone on the table, he leaves it where it lies and takes a soft one from the pile.  "Someone I knew season's ago did make rock cakes as effective weapons when they ran out of pebbles."

Sundew chuckles. "Ah, well I always found an empty flagon came in useful when y'had nothing else to paw." Upon deciding that for once, actually, she isn't hungry, the Colonel stands up, stretches, and issues a few parting words. "Ehh..sorry Jar, I've been procrastinatin' long enough today. Work to do, wot..I'm sure you know the feelin'. Enjoy y'grub, Major." With a brief smile, she turns and pads out of the dining chamber.