Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Sept 22, 2015 16:44:46 GMT
Lorri asked, "Would this much be alright?"
Thrakazog nodded, but apparently didn't understand portion-control, because even as she indicated where she wanted him to cut, he went to approximately the halfway point before making his slice - both on the bread and the cheese. He did take the larger of the two halves for himself, and indicated she should take hers with a gesture of the knife.
"Thrak's kinda grubby - youz pick up yours," he explained, and then began to munch. He didn't eat like the bear he appeared to be, but even so, his 'normal size bites' were large compared to other people. Some crumbs fell into the water below, where small fish appeared to nibble at them. And when he got down to the last of his bread, he threw a few small pieces out into the water, causing gulls to dive for the precious baked goods.
Like Lorri, he too stared out at the water. He hadn't talked much while eating, but once finished, he answered her questions to the best of his ability, starting with his usual sharp-witted, "Ummmm..."
"Youz mean, how long has me been fixin engines? Nub too long... nub like dis, anyway. Thrak just started dis job a week or two ago. Before dat, me was at sea a lot, yub, but doin heavy liftin, swabbin decks, rowin, cleanin nucklez off da hulls... dat kinda ting. Me always loved da engines tho. Dere are some smarty people out dere who invent dem, yub, but dey are purty simple in how dey work. Mebee someday, Thrak will build an engine ob my own, but for now, is good to work on dem." Thrakazog explained his situation, which probably sounded pretty simple in scope. But as he talked about engines, a light went on in his eyes, and his hand gestures became more animated. He spoke of inventors with a kind of reverence, and his enthusiasm for his dream of building something himself was very clear.
He turned now and again to speak to Lorri, and when he wrapped up his answer to her question, he had some of his own. "Whut about youz? Youz kinda new to dis, yub? Youz nub hab the skin ob someone whose been at sea long. It getz all dark and like leather, yub. Youz lookin for work in da shipyard or on da ships?"
He picked up a piece of fruit and munched on that while listening to her answer.
Thrakazog nodded, but apparently didn't understand portion-control, because even as she indicated where she wanted him to cut, he went to approximately the halfway point before making his slice - both on the bread and the cheese. He did take the larger of the two halves for himself, and indicated she should take hers with a gesture of the knife.
"Thrak's kinda grubby - youz pick up yours," he explained, and then began to munch. He didn't eat like the bear he appeared to be, but even so, his 'normal size bites' were large compared to other people. Some crumbs fell into the water below, where small fish appeared to nibble at them. And when he got down to the last of his bread, he threw a few small pieces out into the water, causing gulls to dive for the precious baked goods.
Like Lorri, he too stared out at the water. He hadn't talked much while eating, but once finished, he answered her questions to the best of his ability, starting with his usual sharp-witted, "Ummmm..."
"Youz mean, how long has me been fixin engines? Nub too long... nub like dis, anyway. Thrak just started dis job a week or two ago. Before dat, me was at sea a lot, yub, but doin heavy liftin, swabbin decks, rowin, cleanin nucklez off da hulls... dat kinda ting. Me always loved da engines tho. Dere are some smarty people out dere who invent dem, yub, but dey are purty simple in how dey work. Mebee someday, Thrak will build an engine ob my own, but for now, is good to work on dem." Thrakazog explained his situation, which probably sounded pretty simple in scope. But as he talked about engines, a light went on in his eyes, and his hand gestures became more animated. He spoke of inventors with a kind of reverence, and his enthusiasm for his dream of building something himself was very clear.
He turned now and again to speak to Lorri, and when he wrapped up his answer to her question, he had some of his own. "Whut about youz? Youz kinda new to dis, yub? Youz nub hab the skin ob someone whose been at sea long. It getz all dark and like leather, yub. Youz lookin for work in da shipyard or on da ships?"
He picked up a piece of fruit and munched on that while listening to her answer.