Who: Deacon and Open Where: Kitchen When: Early morning What: Killing time, taking care of his charges Warnings: None?
He'd explored most of the ship. It was impossible to say he'd explored it all, because things kept changing. And he'd read some of the books in the library, but while he could read quickly, these days he found it hard to focus. He was... restless. He'd never been so still, except for when he was in transit. And then he'd had purpose.
At least he had things to occupy him here. Jeff depended on him, and now Nudge as well. And so here he was, in the kitchen, assembling sandwiches to be ready when his charges awoke. He didn't like to risk complicated cooking, as he had no basis to judge if he'd succeeded. He could taste food, but until recently he'd had few reasons or opportunities to try.