When Paris enters the galley she sees a light flashing on the intercom console there. If it was a message from one of the crew it would have come through the commdot, so it must be from a passenger. Only one of them aboard, so his Lordship must be up.
She stoped for a moment, mental fingers pinching the bridge of her nose trying to prevent the impending headache that would come, then cleared her mind, donned a neutral smile and answered the call.
Pushing the button, Paris hears a recorded message from Lord Percy, "Um, look, um, would you bring me up a breakfast? Eggs? Yes, two, um......scrambled, um, and some of that ham you get from the...no, okay, make that bacon. Can you do bacon from that vat? Bread and jam, no...yes...and coffee. A whole pot! And just black coffee, not Irish...okay? Okay, Paris?"
Even as the words filtered through the galley, the Steward was already moing and working towards their Supercargo's breakfast--exactly as requested. Not quite bacon, but a bit of seasoning here, a bit of hard-frying there...and within five minutes, thank goodness the bread was done; two slices quickly carved from the loaf and the tray was prepared.
Smoothing her skirt and glancing at her reflection in the steel of the cooler unit, Paris ensured she looked her best and grabbed the tray and headed for the pax deck--and quickly, upon arrival, set the table for Lord Percy. "Milord?" she called.
Lord Percy's head peeks around the door and looks out at Paris in the commons area, "Uh, would you mind if I had my breakfast in my cabin this morning?"
Paris looked up, her neutral smile directed warmly towards the noble.
Percy is wearing a robe over what look like silk pajamas. As he speaks he moves a bit out into the corridor. He is holding onto the door with one hand and leaning against the door jam.
"Not to be a bother or anything, but would you mind..." he trails off looking a lot like a little boy with tousled hair right about now.
"I wouldn't mind, no," she replied. "is there any particular reason..." She frowned as the rather heavily armed Bart charged onto the deck...
