For a bit of a span, Tobias, with his apron drawn over his suit, moves about quietly within the meagerly-sized kitchen area of his shuttle. The only clear sound being the sizzle of a skillet and the soft whistling of a tune eerily reminiscent of but not quite the same as Waltzing Matilda from Earth-That-Was.
Tobias’ right hand gently stirs a skillet mixture that included canned smoked ham, a finely diced onion, and well cut wedges of potato. Mentally he bemoans his decision to pass on the fresh eggs from the vendors of the last port, but in even so, they had been more than over-priced and the tell-tale colorations along the eggshells had been questionable at best.
Meanwhile Tobias’ left hand rapidly, if also rather haphazardly, types in figures into an antiquated-looking tabulator of some sort. The deal for the last job hadn’t been as lucrative as it could have been, as Tobias had found himself more than a little bit distracted by the bartender where the negotiations went down. Had he not been in such a rush to get move on to more interesting pursuits, Tobias was sure he could have gotten the crew a better fee, and now, he was feeling the pangs of that guilt. Best he could tell by his quick calculations, he’d need to talk the next client up by at least fifteen percent to make up for the previous shortfall and put his own conscience at ease. Of course, that would only work out all nice and shiny if they found another job at least on the same level as the last one.
Putting aside figure-work for the time being, Tobias splashes his meal-in-the-making with a bit liquor from his brandy wine bottle and then sprinkles the concoction with a bit of simple pepper and pinch of dried basil. After a few more moments of cooking, he deftly seals the lid to the fire jelly under his skillet and removed his apron, before shifting his meal onto a small plate and doing a quick taste test.
Satisfied with his food, he finally makes his way towards the airlock leading to the ship-proper, stopping only briefly to retrieve an apricot that had apparently recently freed it self from the dwarf fruit tree in his garden. He isn’t exactly in the mood for anything that sweet himself, but he knew of at least one hyperactive crew member whose metabolism was always game for a little more glucose.
Coming down the corridors, as Tobias passes the ship’s galley, he shoots Sebastian a pleasant nod and deftly tosses the apricot in Wendi’s general direction with a smile, before proceeding quietly proceeding on towards the cockpit with his own meal still in hand. Not wanting to cramp the captain and pilot, he hangs back a couple of steps, leans against the cockpit entry way, and mentally notes that they are apparently closing in on their destination. “Looks like we’re comin’ in on schedule this time. That’s shiny, cause the client was pretty adamant bout not sending anymore business our way, iffin’ we weren’t.” However, not particularly wanting to converse too much about the current client and job, given his last performance, Tobias seamlessly changes the topic he’d started himself. “So, you thinkin’ we might have a little R&R time after the delivery, or this going to just be another stop-and-go, Captain?”
