Onboard the Wicked Sister:
Charles: Why are you bothering with this, you git? Our ankle is bloody throbbing, cuz you were on it all bloody day, and they already HAVE a cook. We could be warm and in bed next to George, but you'd rather be kissing arse in here... Hush. You know I couldn't sleep, and you know I've already decided to make breakfast so do me the favor and be quiet. We're going to die on this ship. Or wish we did. Between that snake going by Luc Vado-whatever his name is, and the bloody mechanic... We are not going to die. Good heavens. Was I ALWAYS so melodramatic or is that just you, Charlie?
A short time later:
Zoe (to Charles): ... Charles, what on earth are you making in here? It smells delicious.
Charles (to Zoe): Good morning, Miss Zoe. Um, I started the sausage and potatoes, I've got scones in the oven, and was about to make pancakes. I could make eggs if you'd rather, but there are quite a few people, so I didn't want to exhaust your supply.
Zoe (to Charles): No, that sounds perfect. We won't be making a supply run until after we arrive at the monastery. Heh. When I said I could use the help, I had no idea you were going to jump on it so quickly. You were really bored, huh?
Charles (to Zoe): Oh. Um... A bit. I've been on bedrest a bit longer than I cared for, and I couldn't sleep last night... Being in the kitchen always makes me feel...a bit more like myself, I suppose. I, um, I didn't overstep my bounds, did I?
Zoe (to Charles): Not at all! I was actually trying to figure out how I was going to get the holiday cooking done with all the usual cooking. The whole extended family is supposed to be meeting us at the monastery for a real "traditional" Christmas... And, you are more than welcome to attend. I'm sure Santa will bring you something good this year. ;-P
Charles (to Zoe): Oh. Um... thank you.
Zoe (to Charles): So, what's got you in a tizzy, Charles?
Charles (to Zoe): I had a bad dream, and then I had some, um, trouble getting back to sleep... Charlie is cross with me, so he's being lovely.
Zoe (to Charles): Heh. I know a thing or two about bad dreams. They totes suck... Um, have you thought any about what you're going to do?
Charles (to Zoe): With myself or about Charlie? I'm afraid I don't have an answer for either question yet.
Zoe (to Charles): Heh. Well, that answered that question... Do you know how to make baked pierogis, Charles?
Charles (to Zoe): No, I don't think so. I know how to make bridies. Is it similar? I'm willing to learn if you want help!
Zoe (to Charles): Sort of... We've got to make a bunch of them. Aunt Emma will be judging them. She, uh, taught me how to make 'em. So, they need to be perfect.
Charles (to Zoe): Heh. Don't worry, miss. I'm sure between the two of us, we can do a bang up job! ... I'm sorry if I'm being a bit too excitable. I've been feeling rather useless.
Zoe (to Charles): Heehee. It's okay. We've all been where you are at one time or another. Here. If you can chop this stuff up for the soup, I'll go find the recipes we'll need for the feast. I think we'll have to do some sort of light buffet thing for today.
