[littl3chocobo]

(actually they were windowless rooms with a front half and a back sometimes an upstairs and a basement larder. we sleep in the kitchen where it is warm you get the room above because it is warmest against the chimney and your men can get fucked because i am too lazy to place them >> pretend they need no direction for their rooms)

he could hear captain roy and his aunt in the front, he pulled out several large loaves of staled bread and began slicing them for trenchers, he ladeled out chowder on each slice and placed them on a large board. he took the slices out five or so at a time and did this four times, he then gathered glasses, real glass ones, for these were the men of the judith and always had the best, and filled them with honeyed godale and cider, he knew they would want drink after having spent months on little more than bitter water and bad beer. he took all of the drinks out at once this time, though the board weighed half as much as he did this time around, he hurried the drinks out so he could serve the captain.

when he got back he pulled a bowel from a cubbard and poured chowder into it, he fetched a fresh loaf of bread, taking the rest of the stale back, and tore of a large chunk, he then quickly ran to the larder for a bit of cheese. when he had that all assembled he went out to the well and pulled from it fresh water too, he knew the captain did not drink anything his crew did and preferred cold water with mint in it to clear the taste even further. he pulled down an extra mug and scooped out top-water from the pail he grabbed some mint from his aunt's poultice drawer and crushed it in as fine as he could, little flecks of it floated to the top. he then unwrapped the pudding and cut a small slice out. he wrapped it back up so it would stay good and putting everything on his board quickly went out to deliver the captain his dinner