004; Kitty Chow - [Public Video.]

[unweeping_willow]

 [A pair of yellow eyes momentarily viewed the comm screen, before Willow backed the communicator away - her face carefully still as she struggled to ignore the kitten atop her head, and the smile tugging at the corner's of her mouth.

Madame Smudge, for her part, was more interested in the communicator than the vampire nested beneath her magnificent belly. Her claw darted - momentarily filling up the screen before Willow again maneuvered it away.] 


Does anyone know where to get kitty food?

Comments

[unweeping_willow]

Really? [You are Madame Smudge's hero right now. Not that she seems to care.]

[not_annika]

[Seven is not a pet person, the cat's opinion is fairly irrelevant.] Yes. Where would you like to meet?

[unweeping_willow]

Closest to the kitchens. [She'd been looking for some meat to give her kitty when the responses started coming in.]

[not_annika]

Understood. [Seven was already there supervising sandwich making and ensuring that no one made off with any utensils. She has her tricorder on her belt.]

[Spam?]

[unweeping_willow]

[Willow poked her head into the kitchen, looking about for Annika.]

[Spam]

[not_annika]

[She's looking thoughtful but looks at Willow in recognition when she sees her, removing the tricorder.] May I scan the animal?

[Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

[She nods a little, before pausing, glancing up at the kitten on her head. She didn't want to dislodge it.]


ooc: Talked to Drac-mun - they should be able to handle anything normal kitties can and then some? But they have a special fondness for fish.

[Spam]

[not_annika]

[She hesitates when it became clear she wasn't going to try to take the cat off of her head, but only for a second before directing her tricorder at the cat anyway. The tricorder is quick to identify it.] It's dietary requirements are what you'd expect of a feline from Earth.

[Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

Do you have anything here? [She looks a bit reluctant to ask, but... the cat's meowing again.]

Re: [Spam]

[not_annika]

[Seven nods and heads for a tin of sardines. She gets a key and rolls it open.] This should be sufficiently nutritious.

[Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

Thanks. [She hesitates, glancing around at the kitchen.] Is... this everyone?

Re: [Spam]

[not_annika]

Of course.

[She glances over 'her domain'.] Yes. It has been difficult finding volunteers.

[Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

In the kitchens?

...I could help; maybe. If you want.

Re: [Spam]

[not_annika]

[Seven raises an eyebrow, surprised that someone who requires little more than a bag of blood would volunteer.] That would be appreciated. Thank you.

Re: [Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

[Requires, no - but Hannibal had brought up the idea of mixing food and blood, and the idea had caught in her head; besides which, Claudia was pressing her to get a job.]

So. What do you need?

Re: [Spam]

[not_annika]

Assistance in food preparation. Our supplies and demand are sufficient, it is merely a matter of the process of getting the food to the diners.

[Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

I can do that.

Re: [Spam]

[not_annika]

[She nods and indicates the workspace, with every intention of working with her..] Then let us proceed.]

Re: [Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

[She nods, moving forward - glancing about curiously.]

Re: [Spam]

[not_annika]

[It's the usual spread of ingredients, meats and salad and cheese and the types of bread.]

[Spam]

[unweeping_willow]

[She can handle it; sandwich making is well within her capabilities.]