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What's on the Menu?

((Continued from "Meet the Templars"))

"Not exactly sure," he admitted to her. "But it looked alright."

Now seated next to Marionn, Uther tried a forkful of the stuff. Soft almost noodle like pasta that had hints vegetables blended into the dough, a heavy white cheese sauce, and large chunks of roasted poultry. All ingredients came together to make a delicious, hearty pasta dish. He couldn't help but take several more bites before he talked again.

"This is really good..."
 
Marionn couldn't help but peer over at Uther as he ate, suddenly jealous of his bold sense of culinary adventure. In contrast, her old favorites seemed rather childish, even if the alien dishes would likely be exotic to him. From a young age, she'd developed a strange, but pointedly picky pallet that tended to reject the majority of things she tried to add. Still, she found the aroma wafting from his plate to be enticing as she picked at her plate, casting her gaze longingly toward the long strands of creamy noodles.

"Is it?" She asked, perking up a bit. While she wanted to try some for herself, she hadn't finished her plate... And to get up just to get another dish of her own would likely be wasteful... If only she could have perhaps a forkful to try?

[member="Uther Weiss"]
 
"Yeah, you should try it"

Uther resumed eating for a few more forkfuls, but paused again when he noticed Marionn still focused on him. No, not him, he saw as he glanced at her, but his plate with a longing gaze. Usually looks like that were reserved for people; he found her expression so amusing that he had to cover his mouth with a fist as he tried to stiffle a snicker.

"You're welcome to get a taste of mine if that's what you want," he told her with a voice slightly muffled by his hand.
 
She seemed not to even notice his snicker, for his permission was the only thing she needed. With her fork, she twirled a few noodles from the side of the dish with an air of childish delight. With the noodles secured into a tight little bundle around the teeth of the utensil, she quickly brought it over her own plate, her eyes nearly as wide as the platter before her. No more reason to delay, Marionn quickly engulfed the morsel in one swift motion.

"Mm!" She exclaimed, finally working through the long strands enough to swallow. "That is really good! Did you see what it was called?"

[member="Uther Weiss"]
 
"No, but be sure to ask for the both of us when you go up again. I wouldn't mind a copy recipe myself." When you spent most of your time as a transient, it was a good idea to learn how to cook, or forever live off of restaurant food and rations. While no master chef, recreating a pasta dish like this was well within his means.

He found a strange pleasure in watching Marionn get excited over something as simple as good pasta. It may have had something to do with being around no one but gruff merc types for the past few months. Everything was also so serious and dire, as their business was to kill. People did tend to loosen up between missions after a few drinks, but in the end, it was just a business arrangement. Nothing like the warmth he felt all around him as friends and comrades socialized. The experience was refreshing.
 
After giving her word to try her best to convince her friends in the kitchen to pass along a recipe, Marionn found that the rest of their meal passed quite pleasantly. It felt rather nice to simply find a new friend in Uther. She found she rather liked how laid-back he could be with some rest and some food in his belly. She escorted him back to his room after their meal with a hand-drawn map on a napkin with directions on how to get to her room if he needed anything, as she had plans later that evening with a group of Aspirants around her age. With how hectic and busy her day had been, Marionn hadn't even had time to miss the datapad she had left in Uther's room earlier. When she finally had time to flop into bed in the wee hours of the morning, she was asleep nearly before her head hit the pillow, with no plans to wake any sooner than noon the next day.
 
While he had enjoyed Marionn's company, he was done dealing with the Templars for the night, and hit the sack as soon as she had left him on his own again. He stripped down to his underclothes, then performed check-ups on his pistol and vibro blade before setting them on the night stand beside him and turning into bed. As he waited for the sleep to take him, he reflected on what he had seen at the Sanctum today. Well, rather the lack of what he had seen. After some brief words with Isley, he hadn't seen the Mandalorian for the remainder of the day. In fact, he figured he had formally met with anyone in a position of leadership in the Sanctum. Then the sight of Sith alchemy, that didn't sit with him too well. It made him worry that the Templars were just a little too open to alternative philosophies. If he was to go off what he had seen today, then right now, the Sanctum wouldn't be the place for him. He might as well try his luck with Silver Order back in the Republic. Marionn had been one bright spot since his arrival here, but she wasn't anywhere near a good reason to remain. Still, he would try to give them a few more days though.

After a while, he finally felt his eyes grow heavy with sleep, and he almost dozed off then if it wasn't the sound of a beeping to his left. Sighing, he turned over to find a data pad on a chair, a the top of it blinking with light - probably a notification. It definitely wasn't his, but he remembered Marionn had been carrying one around when they met. She had given him some directions to her quarters - he would return it to her in the morning, giving him an excuse to talk to her again. However, as basically his only contact at the moment, he really couldn't help to talk to her.
 
Noon rolled around far too quickly, she found. While wasn't precisely mid-day, the sunlight slated from the blinds suggested that it was around then, give our take an hour. At any rate, it was far beyond the time that she would normally rise, which made Marionn groan as she sat up, a bit groggy from sleeping for so long. Rubbing her eyes, she slid her feet to the cool floor before shuffling to the en-suite bathroom, which lit up upon her entrance. With another sigh, she slid her palm along the glass display of the shower stall to activate the water warming cycle as she stripped, so it would be a perfect steaming stream by the time she was ready to step in.

As the warm water slid over her skin, she found herself humming a tune while her fingers glided through the long strands of platinum blond. Simply relaxing really, a place where she could collect her thoughts in peace. Uther really was a strange lad, but the sight of another Echani had her longing for home. Thoughts of her mother only brought on another sigh, as she hadn't seen the woman in so long. What she wouldn't give to have her mother's fingers replace her own, in that soothing way only mothers could relax you.

Thoroughly clean, Marionn hopped out of the shower and tousled her hair dry before swiftly performing a once-over with the towel to wick away the beads of moisture from her pale skin. She avoided looking in the mirror, for the simple fact that the ink upon her ribcage held distant echoes of laughter that she couldn't bring herself to hear. Semi-dry, she wrapped the towel about her midriff and tucked in a corner to secure it, before venturing back into her room... Hmm. that was odd. Usually, she kept her datapad bedside so it could wirelessly charge during the night. Where could it be?

[member="Uther Weiss"]
 

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