<font color=black>*Kevin follows Ben into the galley. He walks over to the fire place, and using some flint and the steel on his knife, gets a fire started. He pulls off his tattered cloak and plops it along with Cass in front of the fire. He scratches Cass under the chin and says,* Just lie there, Cass, you'll warm up quick... Now, where'd Samantha go? I could use her right now... Need to find ye old stores of food...</font> -- La Petite Marie

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Subject: *Kevin follows Ben into the galley. He walks over to the fire place, and using some flint and the steel on his knife, gets a fire started. He pulls off his tattered cloak and plops it along with Cass in front of the fire. He scratches Cass under the chin and says,* Just lie there, Cass, you'll warm up quick... Now, where'd Samantha go? I could use her right now... Need to find ye old stores of food...

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Date Posted: 12:55:30 11/25/03 Tue
In reply to: Kevin Baker 's message, "*A older teen/youngish adult walks about, looking a tad lost.*" on 16:42:52 11/09/03 Sun

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**Ben goes by a row of cupboard,s counting.** Three... seven... ten! **Opening one, he grabs a few small sacks and arranges the contents on the center table.** Lesse... we have dried apples and apricots from last year, a few salted nuts from a couple of years ago, some dried beef... **Continues to name many preserved foods as he sorts through them** ... and that's ye olde food ration shoppe. But if you want fresher food, we do have it. Not everything aboard here is as old as I am. **Opening another small door, he pulls out a lemon.** Ned likes lemon zest on his meat for dinner. **Shruggs** Spoiled, he is. How many other dogs about get lemon zest, I wonder? (NT) Ben 20:15:37 11/25/03 Tue