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[hr][b]Location:[/b] The Kitchen[hr][/center]

Lionel stood and watched as many things happened in a too short period of time. He had just finished cooking and came up with 4 edible pieces of meat that wouldn't get anyone sick. Earlier, while neither Genevieve or Atticus was looking her tried a small piece of one of the steaks to make sure the whole thing wasn't ruined. What was put in his mouth was over seasoned, tough, dry and really, really gamy. Under ordinary circumstances, he would have refused to swallow the thing, demand to know who cooked the blasted meat, insult them vigorously and potentially fire them on the spot. However, at that very moment, it was one of the best things he had tasted in many years.

He stood by and watched Anisa come in and threaten to leave the companion in the Black if she ever ran off without consulting the captain again. He felt half an ounce of sympathy for the blonde, but in all honesty, he had made worse threats for lesser infractions. And it was no business of his to step in on how somebody runs a ship.

Camilla's news brought about a much different reaction from his prior apathy and frustration. That was bad news. Really xiǎngwěishé bù jìn bad news, and the old man's face contorted to match his displeasure with this information.

[color=9C6F6F]"Well we should get the Hell out of Dodge."[/color] Yes it was the obvious first idea. But it bared stating nonetheless.