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[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

Option A: Early Morning, Kitchens

[Upon entering the kitchens, for whatever reason, one can see a flurry of activity as Tiana is almost everywhere at once! At the sink washing vegetables and fruit, at the counters chopping up a variety of items, at the stoves, ovens, etc. She's everywhere! Cooking. And ... humming? She's humming.

Well. She's certainly settled in well, it seems.

Suddenly, she glances up, mid-chop from the counter where she somehow ended up again (wasn't she just in the pantry?) and notices she's not alone. She speaks up, a sweet yet southern Louisiana accent to her voice.]

Hello there. Can I help you with somethin'?



Option B: Afternoon, Cafeteria

[A bit after lunch and Tiana is moving rather nimbly through the crowd of people, a tray in each hand and one atop her head as she refills the buffet line.

Hmm... To comment or to cause some mischief?]



Option C: Late Evening, Dorms and Heading to B226

[The day is well and over with, things having slowed down enough for Tiana to really think about where she is and what has happened.

A melancholy look over takes the face of the Garden's newest cook as she walks along, twisting the ring upon her hand that signifies her married status. Her married status, in another world where she's separated from her new husband. She continues to fiddle with the ring, the physical contact of it bringing her comfort as she seeks out her shared room for, hopefully, some quiet.]

Comments

early morning;

[kingslain.livejournal.com]

Ah. Yes- whatever is available at this early hour of the morning. Please.

[Looking a little bleary-eyed, Rasler drags a hand down his face looking exhausted but still manages to smile. He's thinking more like a strong coffee, something they never had in Nabradia or Dalmasca but they always had at Galbadia. It shouldn't be any different here at Balamb, right?]

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

Commin' right up!

[Well, luckily coffee is a wonderful, wonderful staple. She quickly serves him a steaming hot cup and, figuring he could use the accompanying sugar (as well as it tastes great together), she comes over a plate piled with beignets.]

D'you want this for the cafeteria or something f'you go along with?

[kingslain.livejournal.com]

Now I believe you're just spoiling me. [Rasler smiles warmly as he sees the plate, his cup in his hand.] Shall I retrieve a tray?

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

Got one right here.

[And she pulls a tray seemingly out of nowhere, being just that good and accustomed to this kitchen already. She places his food on it neatly, along with napkins and a roll of silverware.]

[kingslain.livejournal.com]

[He blinks in surprise and can't help the quiet chuckle.] I see you already have that covered. [He places the cup on the tray with a smile.] Thank you...

Optiona A

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

Alfred also worked in the kitches so he was surprised to see a new face. His accent is a gentle British.

"No thank you, Miss. I was just about to start. Whatever you're making smells wonderful." He starts by getting the dough out that he left rising.

Alfred~ ♥

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

Oh! Y' one of th' others workin' here, right?

[She smiles a friendly smile, finishing up her chopping without glancing at her work, then sets the knife down. She doesn't quite recognize the accent, but she's smart enough to guess it's overseas and European.]

I'm Tiana and thank you. It's a gumbo fo' th' lunch rush.

♥

[bat-cookies.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Miss. Alfred Pennyworth, at your service. Did you just arrive this morning?"

He spread some flour on a board and began to reknead the dough.

Re: ♥

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you.

[She nods, dumping the pieces from the cutting board into the rather large pot of gumbo to simmer. She then goes on gathering some spices to add, talking all the while. Seems she got the layout of this kitchen down!]

Last night, more like it. Have y'been here long?

B; afternoon

[brofessrstrider.livejournal.com]

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Yo, are you the new cook?

btw, i love this tag.

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

[Real food ftw, amirite? Tiana is a bit oblivious to being followed, yet aware of all those in front of and to the side of her as she sets things down on the buffet.]

Hmm?

[She turns around, all the trays now empty and holding them at her side.]

Yes, I'm the newest. Did y'need something? We have no problem workin' with special diets and the like.

fasdf <3

[brofessrstrider.livejournal.com]

What? No way, I'll eat anything, I just wanted to say that this is fucking fantastic

[]

... sorry. Anyway point is this is the best food I've at this place.

:3

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

[Tiana's eyes widen slightly at the unaccustomed language O_O SUCH WORDS for a Disney princess to hear!, then settle down at the apology. At least, he's nice about it. She smiles. Brownie points, Bro. Brownie points.]

Shouldn't you try it first?

Morning

[notinvisobill.livejournal.com]

[He's tired, yes. But, breakfast has lured him out of bed. And the thought of a breakfast that doesn't bite back? All the better.]

Please tell me you have pancakes.

[It's not even his first thought to ask if she's even the cafeteria lady.]

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

[The only bite from Tia's food is the spice!

Luckily, she's used to groggy customers from her waitress time. She replies with a pleasantly happy smile and tone.]

Blueberry, Apple Cinnamon, Regular and Banana Surprise. What kind would ya like?

[notinvisobill.livejournal.com]

... Whats the surprise in Banana Surprise?

[Spoken like a wary nam vet.]

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

[Tiana is unsure about what to think of that tone. She's heard that type of tone before, but chalks it up to his tired state. It is still early, after all.

She leans in close, as if it's a secret.]

Can you keep a secret?

Option B, at a rather empty time in the cafeteria

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae had a habit of waiting till the cafeteria was empty or near empty so she could eat when there was no one around. The amount of food she needed to function properly was much more than what others needed, and that always made her feel uncomfortable and tended to 'starve' herself if she couldn't find a time when the cafe was near empty.

She peeked, looking for a few and noticed that at least for now, the coast was clear. She quickly and silently made her way to the buffet line and got three trays of food and set them on three different tables near each other. That way, while she ate one, and someone came, she could act as if it belonged to someone else... or so she hoped.

Oh gosh. ;; This tag = WIBBLES!

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

[Towards the empty time of the cafeteria is a good time to come on out and collect the trays which weren't put back in the proper place for cleaning and storage. That is exactly what Tiana comes out to do, when she notes Ronnae looking around nervously.

Approaching carefully, she speaks with concern and offers up a soft, friendly smile.]

You alright there?

Sorry for the lateness! LJ being mean >.<

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

[Ronnae flinches a little, startled, but turns around to face the owner of the voice, blushing slightly.]

O-oh... ah.... I didn' know there was anyone around. I ah.... was jus' g-gettin' somethin' to eat s'all.

It's fine! LJ was just having some issues, but I think it got therapy now...

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

An' you're more than welcome to, whether anyone is here or not.

[The flinch is a concern for her, but Tiana still gives a reassuringly smile.]

Eat as much as you like or want, alright?

[pilotypical.livejournal.com]

[Anemone is coming out of the freezer with stacks of cakes for later, starting to lay out the boxes and moving the tools, staring at a few things, wondering why things were moved around...]

Who the heck's been in my kitchen?

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

[Tiana glances up from the pot of gumbo she was just working with, and sets the temperature down to simmer. The smell of it is incredibly delectable. She raises a bit of a brow at that statement, not exactly liking the accusatory tone.]

Your kitchen? I was under th' impression that three of us worked in here.

[pilotypical.livejournal.com]

[Good thing the boxes are all set out because Anemone shrieks and almost back peddles, arms flailing, into a set of stacked imported goods.]

H-hey! Who are you?

[gumbogifted.livejournal.com]

[What the heck was with the shriek?! She's startled and makes her way over to Anemone.]

H-hey!

[She grabs her arm before she can fall.]

Calm down now, there's no reason for that. My name's Tiana an' I'm new here. Who're you?