07.01g: The Seventh Winter (Fireside Table)

[Joshua]

"He is fractures. Not made then broken; made of broken." Osmund seems unable to really express what he might mean clearer than that...

[colomon]

Renny thinks about this for a minute, and then asks, "How can you tell?"

[Wyvern]

Alys spends a bit apparently concentrating on her meal. At some point, Tinder makes his way to the far side of the table, where he pokes his nose at Trina - perhaps in response to some subtle signal from Alys, or perhaps just in search of someone who'll offer him a bit of beef from the stew.

[Brian C]

Trina absently starts scratchign the dogs head with her right hand and Signals a waiter with her left. "Kindly fetch me a drawing pencil and sketch book.... immediately please. Be quick about it."

Then Trina looks tinder in the eyes.

[Joshua]

Osmund shakes his head in response to Renny. "Not here. I won't say it out loud."

[colomon]

Renny considers Osmund. "Breakfast tomorrow? My treat."

[Joshua]

"tomorrow?" Osmund nods slowly in disbelief.

The waiter arrives with sketchbook and pencil for Eretria. (you really don't need me to determine when it arrives.)

[colomon]

"Tomorrow," Renny nods decisively.

[Brian C]

Trina smiles at Renny, quickly glances towards Osmund and back to Renny mouthing the words "thank you".

Trina then quickly starts to make a sketch of Tinder who pads off while she is in the middle of the drawing. Once complete Trina puts a finger on the corner of the sketch and starts concentrating.

[Wyvern]

Alys leans back, apparently done with the second course. "So, Ruben wasn't it?" she asks, looking towards him. "You've been rather quiet. What do you make of the evening's events?"