[center][h2]Spending Cap’n’s Money[/h2][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/S6U8LOc.jpg[/img] [/center] JP/Collab from [@Xandrya] and [@sail3695] “Fifty pounds potatoes,” Yuri read off Hook’s galley requisition. “Fifty pounds rice. Protein paste, twelve one gallon tubs.” [i]Sounds tasty,[/i] the Mate smirked. “Two cases Captain Bob’s Cola. One case Boom-Boom Lemon. Peanut butter…grape jelly.” At least Abby wouldn’t starve to death. Word was that the girl was sleeping in her quarters. After making a mental note to check on the young deckhand, Yuri resumed his study of the boat’s supply needs. Cal had taken the mule for an errand, hence no ‘Captain’s Requisition.’ Aside from the usual fuel, water, and hydraulic fluid top offs, much of what he’d need for boat maintenance would be a two step process begun by foraging up parts from nearby scrap yards. And that mission wouldn’t be any fun at all without a willing deckhand and two good arms. That left the medbay. After stowing the lawn chair and rates board for the day, Yuri stepped aft through the cargo bay hatch. Lights shone in the infirmary windows as he stepped toward the open hatchway. “Hey, Dr. Lysanger,” Yuri tapped on the frame. “Need any medical supplies for the next run?” She was caught off guard as she had been weighing the pros and cons of a couple of meds with quite a number of similarities. She hadn't told a soul, but she wasn't feeling right ever since the night before, and so Alana thought it best to treat herself and hopefully get the issue resolved. When she looked up, she noticed Yuri asking about supplies. The list...where was that list? "Uh, yes actually. Needing some things prior to the next trip," she added, pushing the chair back to stand and go look for the list. She was confident she knew where it was, and a moment later her hunch was confirmed. "And here we go. Do you need a hand? Got a bunch of jargon written here." The doctor’s list was well organized and written in a precise hand. Each drug came with dosage strength, description regarding tablet, gel cap, or liquid, along with a full count. “I can read it all,” Yuri chuckled, “but pronunciation is another thing altogether. Care to walk me through it?” Walking up next to Yuri, Alana pointed at the listed meds looking to be from some alien tongue. "Let's see. That's levetiracetam, lee-va-tye-ra-se-tam. Arguably the easiest one on the list." Her eyes then continued to read. "Ah, here we go. Ustekinumab, yoo-stek-in-yoo-mab." Alana smiled at Yuri for a moment. "Trust me, I was feeling some kind of way too learning these for the first time. Aaand last but not least," she pointed further down the list, "isavuconazonium, or eye-sa-vue-koe-na-zoe-nee-um...think you got all that or shall we do another run-through?" she studied him for a reaction. Yuri met her gaze, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Phew!” he swiped a hand over his head with a quick laugh. “Hey, I might have a better idea. What say,” he patted the cast on his left arm, “we head out together for your supplies? Then, in addition to what you need, we might get in to have my arm rapid healed? This new life of double duty’s sort of tough to deal with one handed.” Alana couldn't help but laugh a little from his response. So it seemed her lessons needed some work. Ah well, at least she was good enough for her main profession. "Fair enough," she added, pocketing the list for later, "I predict the presence of slight discomfort if you single-handedly carried back such a load." Alana tried and refrained from smiling. Looked like she was neither meant to be a comedian. "What do you say we get you down to the center first, then do the supply run later?" “Done,” Yuri smiled happily. “Captain’s got the mule out right now. Once he’s back I’ll be good to go. In the meantime,” the mate cocked a thumb toward the open cargo bay door, “I’m due for another round of ‘flying the chair.’ Lee-va-tye…lee-va-tye-ra-se-tam?” "Hey, repetition is key," she nodded, clearly amused by his attempts. “Find me when the captain is back and we'll be off."