[h2]So long, and thanks for all the fish…. sticks. [/h2]
[h3]The Galley, Lost track of time [/h3]

OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] [@Yule]

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Cyd’s cortex rang just as Mathias put the first pieces of bacon in the preheating pan. He swears that keeps it from shrinking, and at the prices of actual pork bacon, there wasn’t a carnivorous soul who could blame him.  Isaac salivated at the first sound of sizzling, the sweet maple scent wafting through to his nose. The youngest Skye sibling all but floated through the air with hearts on his eyes like a Saturday morning cartoon dog. 

Cyd actually hoped it was one of Isaac’s female friends, even though the pit of her stomach, churning with anticipation of breakfast, she knew it wouldn’t be. Not after the last message. 

You’ve been compromised. They were careful, but apparently not careful enough. Shit had gone sideways, fast, and the siblings always knew this could be a possibility, a probability, even if she hoped for a different outcome. “Whatever the ship’s vrot – ” she said half-heartedly, letting the words hang. 

Mathias nodded understandably and took the frypan off the stove. It was time to go.  Isaac’s bottom lip practically quivered.   

“But… the bacon!” he lamented. 

“I’ll miss the food too,” Mathias said, tousling the boy’s hair. Isaac playfully slapped his hands away. 

The Skye’s were packed long before anyone else arrived in the galley. Cyd took one last look around the China Doll’s shuttle. It’d only been home for a few days, but it was pretty nice, she thought,  while it lasted. She took the sign welcoming the crew in from the cold as a memento and made sure the dongle was safely tucked in her pocket.  

Mathias nudged her shoulder and ticked his head towards the door. “Time?” He asked. 

“It’s time,” she confirmed. 

“Are we leaving all the fish sticks?” Isaac asked, his eyes wide. 

"What are we going to do with a dozen boxes of fish sticks?" Cyd chuckled. “It's kind of like payment. We never did find anyone to take rent."

Wish you all the best, China Doll.