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[wingedpriestess]

Hey Cadelle.

[ Look who got all fancy and is doing this video from the teaching kitchen of the Chop Shop... Makeshift tri-pod and all. ]

I figured there was no time like the present to introduce myself. I'm Kendra Saunders and I'm currently working at The Chop Shop as a Culinary Instructor. I can teach anything from boiling water to making a seven course meal to woo that special person in your life. I'm offering group and private lessons... And I'm even offering a volunteering special.

The Samhain Ball is coming up, as we've been told. I was hoping to help cook some of the food offered there. And I might need help from some people. So think of this as a complimentary crash course in the world of appetizers and finger foods.

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[wingedpriestess]

[ Kendra wonders if he knows which point in their timeline she's from... She wonders which point he's from. But with what they do, she expects not to really ever find out an answer to those questions.

Still, she watches him pause, turn to look at her without looking at her long at all, then continue.]

You tell me.

[ It's hard to gauge just how anyone feels around here, but Rip is more reserved... A lot like she is. Would he have actively avoided the shop if he knew she was here? She wasn't entirely sure... ]

I respect that. [ She attempts a small smile, comforting rather than actually bright and cheery. ] I won't tell anyone your secret, promise. And if you'd rather I leave, I understand that too.

[directed]

[She's good; certainly enough to see through the double meaning of his words. The answers aren't entirely favorable ones, though only towards Rip; Kendra's presence, her cleverness, her understanding and kindness had always been welcome on the ship.

Perhaps now, he should be more willing to welcome it here, too.]

Well. What's done is done either way. [Even if he would have made other plans, he can't now, and part of him understands that it's for the best. It's makes it easier to shake his head when she offers to leave.]

It's quite alright. I could likely do with a bit of company anyway. [Certainly Sara seems to think so; she's already left him half a dozen messages demanding his presence at the gala.] And a secondary taster just to make sure nothing goes wrong with the mix.