The Calm Before The Storm

[outpostcook]

 Something's been bothering Kinner. There's a visible unhappiness in the little cook's expression, even beyond his usual gruff attitude. He sits in the Plaza, thinking, for once not manning his fish shop. He's going after the Thing soon, and he's not completely sure what to make of that. He knows exactly how dangerous the alien is. Even if the Thing where he'll be going isn't exactly the same creature, it's close enough. In some ways, it sounds even worse. But he can't give up with lives on the line.

He's got a better idea of what to expect than most, but that's a small comfort. After all, the Thing incapacitated and devoured Kinner alive, without much of a fight. This time he'll be better armed and better prepared, but still. He's not exactly thrilled about facing the creature, even with help. And, he realizes with a hint of sickness, he'll be putting his new friends in danger, too.

Kinner, when push comes to shove, isn't scared to look death in the face, and it's Palmer's world, but it's everyone else he's afraid for. Horvath. Alex. Blaze and Ghost. Prometheus. Cricket. Cricket most of all, since the others have magic or other quirks to protect them. Cricket doesn't. Kinner would rather he die than Cricket.

At the very least, he won't make an easy meal this time.

"Have you ever had somethin' you didn't want to do," he finally asks, voice trembling a little, "but you had to do it anyway? Were you scared?"

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[delphicbooksandbaubles]

Her eyes soften, "Hmm, Aye but it was also for a very good reason and sort of ..a last resort sort of thing.." She replies as she pads over gently putting one of her bags which is christmasy on her lap. She had been keeping her eyes out for folks lately.

Her face is a mix of concern and gentle patience, tilted as she's ready to listen if he needs an ear. She also has a ready hand to help in some manner if she's able.

[outpostcook]

"In my case, it's...kind of a last resort, but I'm doing it of my own will. I have a friend in another world who needs help. He's dealing with a monster that's very similar to mine. I'm scared, but he can't stop the Thing without outsiders backing him up."

Kinner turns to the bag, smiling weakly. "That's a nice design you've got there. You made it yourself, I'm guessing?"

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She hums and nods understandingly, "Ah I see..and yessh." She grimaces in sympathy. those sorts of things were never fun to deal with. "But tis good..he's getting help..safety in numbers and all that." She murmurs softly.

She smiles softly, "Thank ya kindly and..parts of it." She states sincerely. "I have different resources then I used to, to work with. " She informs him softly. And slips a hand inside and starts to pull something white and tied with a ribbon out of it. "I ah.. knitted ya something." She murmurs warmly.

[outpostcook]

"We gotta stick together in hard times, y'know. He needs my help back where he came from, and I figured I owed him a favor, with us being friends and all. He can't save his team alone, you see."

Kinner smiles when he sees the object being given to him, and is immediately curious. "Late Christmas present, huh? Thank you. Consider your next order from my shop for free as a gift from me." The cook shuffles over to get a better idea of what it looks like.

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She nods in full agreement with that statement and sentiment. "Aye that we do." She murmurs. And gives him a soft, sad but kind smile. "Then it sounds like ya already know what ya have to do." She murmurs warmly in an encouraging manner and proud of him tone.

She smiles a bit more at that reaction, "Ah, yes sorry I couldn't catch ya a bit earlier." She murmurs half apologetic. She did do her darnest to be punctual un-fortunately it didn't always work out that way. "You're most welcome." She replies brightly and sincere. Her eyebrows go up not expecting that, but it's still very much appreciated. "That's ahem very kind of you." She murmurs sputtering slightly a bit taken aback. "Thank ya, Kinner." She murmurs and turns it so it can see the folded knitwear.

"It's called a Fisherman's sweater." She informs him warmly as she offers it toward him, the cable work design right side up.