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Lt. Riza Hawkeye ([personal profile] hawkeyesniper) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs 2017-01-04 05:09 am (UTC)

Oh if only he knew how much more messed up it was about to get. She decides to save that comment for herself, but she does nod with understanding. She'd been in his shoes before, though at least her arrival here hadn't been quite as shocking -- not when you'd already been kidnapped from your home to a strange new location once before.

"Have a seat near the fire," she gestured to a few tables that were gathered around the inn's main room and generous fire place. They did a good job of keeping the firewood stocked and the room as warm as they could. It came in handy for these winter fountain arrivals, not to mention just in general during the past few months. That was probably one of many reasons the inn was a comforting stop for most. "I'll check the kitchen. Miss Kate keeps it stocked fairly well. I'll be back soon," she said, figuring he could make himself comfortable here and she could check for anything warm in the kitchen.

Leaving him to it, she made her way to the back of the inn and into the kitchen. It wasn't quite time for the daily meal, though that didn't always mean she wouldn't find someone in the kitchen working on food prep or just making something for themselves. It was empty though and Riza made her way to a kettle and started putting together a warm beverage. She was doing her best to conserve her tea, but they certainly were starting to run low on it. Still, what point was there in having it if she didn't use it when needed. She had some unpleasant news to share and this would help--even if only a little.

Once the water had boiled she prepped a trey to take out to him. She placed a tea pot, two cups, and a few left-over fritters on the tray. The fritters might not be the best since they were cold, but it was better than nothing. She collected these and returned to the main room. She wished she'd thought to grab a blanket as well, though it was unlikely she would have found one in the kitchen. She'd check on Sonny first and see how he was holding up.

Riza set the tea tray down carefully, "I'm afraid we only have tea and not really any sugar. But it's warm and a fresh pot at that," she added. She wasn't sure if coffee would have been a good idea anyway.

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