Who: Alessa and Cuthbert When: Not too long after Rachel and Cuthbert's arrival Where: Asgard's kitchens Ratings: R for Bert's potty mouth! Warnings: Language Summary: Feeling out of sorts and out of his depth, Cuthbert leaps at Alessa's offer of company for a meal.
It had been a long, strange bit of time for Cuthbert Allgood. He'd been through strange things before, certainly, and the idea of other worlds and holy wars fought in puzzles and games weren't concepts hard to grasp, but....
This place was different than anything he knew. His own bedroom was comfortably familiar enough, and he thanked the Kas-ka who had brought him here for that, but everything else was just strange.
These people didn't eat together? He couldn't get his mind around that concept. How could a group of people, of knights and soldiers, not eat together in their own palace? This was a home of the White, why weren't there nightly celebrations to toast their luck and glory?
It was hard enough to accept the fact that he had been chosen for this and not Alain, but he had assumed he would have his new ka-mates to fall back on. Not that he was the sort to let on there was anything wrong, but still.
He was extremely grateful that sai Alessa had offered to share a meal with him. He'd share khef with at least one of this strange new family he'd found himself a part of, praise the Beams for that.
He wondered briefly if people here would think his clothes were funny. They already thought he talked funny, he knew that. But he'd been speaking the High Speech and the outer-barony talk for years. What would they think of his denim trousers, his boots, his neckerchief? What if he was horribly out of fashion and every single girl in the place laughed at him?
Stupid to worry about that, but better to fret about that than the things that were really bothering him. Shrugging his shoulders and muttering a quick prayer against misfortune, Bert left his room and headed to wait at the top of the stairs for Alessa.