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They'd not be the first set of candidates Danzik had a talk with that day - there was work to be done between lessons, especially when they were more likely to be distracted now that there was that impending feeling of the future coming to the sands again.

There certainly was something in the air at Western Weyr the last few months, at least.

"Kitchen would like a few extra hands - I'm leaving it to you. Don't make a mess. Try to be mindful of your instructions." While they'd not come from Danzik, it wouldn't be much of an unusual fare, at least. Maybe a bit of food prep. Maybe dishes.

Maybe they'd get to hunt after something that had been filching food in the kitchen and was a naughty naughty child. Options!

Amahno wasn't worried about the baby dragons in the least. Even if he'd just been passed over, he'd not put his entire life into the thought yet. It was still new, fresh, exciting, and that was the only light he saw the impending clutch with. Clearly, he'd not gotten his roots yet. Just a baby tree, feeling out the soil.

He peered over when Rykin spoke up, looking first at the young man's face, then down at his hand where he held the carved tuber. A wide grin crossed his face. "Do you think it'll look that good after it's been cooked? I'd still eat it - tubers are delicious, after all." Even if they ate a lot of them. Briefly, his mind wandered off in thought of a tuber and fish pie. Mmmmmm. He was very hungry and peeling vegetables reminded Amahno of that.

So...tempting...

"I bet the kids would especially love it."