[After a brief stop at the merchandise booth, Ariel will rush to his room with his pile of belongings, and be late to leave it. When he does, he seems to be in something of a rush. There's something clutched within his palm -- something large and off white. The force of his grasp has left it crumpled and misshapen.
He makes a beeline for the kitchen. He's spent Tuesday familiarizing himself with the kitchen (read: watching people cook over their shoulders) so he knows well enough that the top of the stove gets hot, potentially hot enough to burn a rather large feather.
He only seems to regain color in his cheeks after the kitchen has well and truly began to smoke.
After that, he'll be in the dining hall. He's received quite the collection of pies from the booth, and is happy to offer them up for the pending meeting.
Following all that... Ariel will retire to his room once again. At least this time the door is open. And you might find this man currently enjoying his two bottles of white wine. Oops!]
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He makes a beeline for the kitchen. He's spent Tuesday familiarizing himself with the kitchen (read: watching people cook over their shoulders) so he knows well enough that the top of the stove gets hot, potentially hot enough to burn a rather large feather.
He only seems to regain color in his cheeks after the kitchen has well and truly began to smoke.
After that, he'll be in the dining hall. He's received quite the collection of pies from the booth, and is happy to offer them up for the pending meeting.
Following all that... Ariel will retire to his room once again. At least this time the door is open. And you might find this man currently enjoying his two bottles of white wine. Oops!]