All that food made for a strange assortment of smells Namur wasn't used to smelling in the halls. And while it didn't appeal to his stomach, per se, it certainly appealed to his sense of curiosity. What the hell was going on?
Namur remembered the last time he'd wandered into a room that smelled this heavily of human food, so it was with caution that he approached the cafeteria, entering as inconspicuously as he could manage and hanging back next to the wall to watch. Sure enough, Chammy was there, busy as a ship's cook. What was it about cooks and fussing over everybody when they're trying to eat? Namur didn't get it, and probably never would. He chuckled quietly, folded his arms, and leaned back a little sideways to the wall, squinting a bit to watch people moving back and forth and picking up bits of intelligible conversation from all over the room, though none of it made any sense without context.
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Namur remembered the last time he'd wandered into a room that smelled this heavily of human food, so it was with caution that he approached the cafeteria, entering as inconspicuously as he could manage and hanging back next to the wall to watch. Sure enough, Chammy was there, busy as a ship's cook. What was it about cooks and fussing over everybody when they're trying to eat? Namur didn't get it, and probably never would. He chuckled quietly, folded his arms, and leaned back a little sideways to the wall, squinting a bit to watch people moving back and forth and picking up bits of intelligible conversation from all over the room, though none of it made any sense without context.