Jabber and Gab, wot!

[Lisolette]

Sgt. Peppercorn ait with his wife, the Veteran Galloper Mercycotton. Smiling, the sergeant put a ladle into the trifle and slurped it greedily. Peppercorn smiled and twitched his whiskers happily, "I say, this is some bally good scoff, wot wot!"

Mercycotton gulped down some hard cider. She slammed her beaker down and reached for a plum turnover, "I'll say! Wot!" Mercycotton munched on the turnover happily, and washed it down with the last of her cider.

The couple was in a jolly mood this dinner evening, but who could blame them? 'Twas their anniversary, marking a new year of their marriage. Their partnership had been tested harshly upon the years, harsher then most marriages, but together they stayed bonded, as they watched their three young ones grow.

Peppercorn chuckled, "I say, ol' gel, you're acting as if a seven seasons famines is on the rise, wot!"

Mercycotton tweaked his ear playfully, "Oh, speak for yourself, you old crow!"

The hares dwelved into their anniversary feast, made specially for them by the cooks. As for the other hares, they ate their meals normally. And just a usual, the Dining Hall of Salamandastron was filled with jabber and gab, wot!

[Malum]

LordBlubells sat at the front of the dining hall. She listened as the hares chatted, snorted, laughed, and scoffed... (Mostly the food on that last one).

She looked down at her plate, and ate quietly in silence.

[Gregory]

At all feasts, Brigadier Ffolger knew the young rips and blighters would dash off to eat most of the good scoff before the ranking offisahs and elders could get there. So he wouldn't miss out on the good food, Lupin came extra early before most of the recruits could get there only to land himself a seat next to the pair of love birds.

He was busily devouring a delightful turnover when they started to coo at each other again. Throughout, the whole feast he was trying to hold in his peeved facial expression. He couldn't take another lovey-dovey tease.

To assure the couple that all was fine, he occasionally looked at the couple and plastered on a fake smile. Then to appear busy again, he chowed down on large portions of food.

[Malum]

OOC: Ehhh... Malum can be in multiple places at once

BlueBells got up, when suddenly, she heard a knock resound through the halls. Someone was at the door. Sighing, she walked towards the door, and opened it right before they could knock.

"Hello?" She asked.

Suddenly, she looked down, and there was a scrawny female ferret. The ferret looked dehydrated, and starving, but still stared up at the badger defiantly.

"What does a vermin want here?" BlueBells asked, growling.

Malum straightened her cloak.

"I...want..I just need...To stay here for awhile, and maybe eat and drink something..." Malum said, coughing at the end of her sentence.

Lord BlueBells glared at her. Sighing, she gestured inside.

"Try anything, and I will take pleasure in killing you..." She said.

Malum just nodded and walked in, still coughing. Lord Bluebells led the way into the dining hall, and suddenly, all got quiet. Malum looked around at all of the hares, and smiled, but just ended up coughing again.

[sweetmint]

Captain Seaford, like most hares, would never be seen missing a meal, and this one was no exception; he had, in quick succession, demolished an oversized pasty, two puddings, a giant sandwich made from everything he could reach, as well as three goblets of mountain ale, and was just finishing up a large slice of a gravy-filled pie when he happened to glance up from the officers' table and see Brigadier Ffolger sitting with the recruits.

That wasn't necessarily surprising in and of itself; he knew the other officer had arrived early, and had probably seated himself where the majority of food was going to be. That's what had captured the captain's attention; of course, today was the anniversary of sergeant Peppercorn and his wife, Mercycotton. Even Seaford knew they'd had some troubles in the past, though he didn't know the depth or reason -- it was none of his business, and he didn't care as long as they remained true to the Patrol.

Still, knowing what he did, he thought it would be rather churlish not to congratulate them on it -- that was what one did at anniversaries, right? -- so, wiping his lips daintily with an embroidered kerchief, he stood and marched over to the happy couple.

"h'I do believe h'a congratulations is h'in order," he murmured, resting a paw on each of their shoulders. He was about to go on when Lady Bluebells re-entered the chamber. Funny... he hadn't seen her leave...

The entire mess hall fell into a hush as everybeast saw who -- or rather, what -- was following her. The captain stiffened at once, and began to circle around the table, walking purposefully toward the badgerlady and her guest.

A ferret? Seaford thought, looking the creature up and down. She wouldn't be a threat, he knew that well enough; but why would a vermin enter the mountain fortress of Salamandastron, whose inhabitants had sworn to destroy evilness and all its kind? He came to a stop beside Bluebells, lifting his gaze from the coughing ferretmaid to his ruler.

"Y're orders, Lady?" he asked quietly. No doubt the badger had her reasons for letting a ferret into the mountain, and Seaford, trusting her instinctively, was inclined to want to know what she wanted done about it.

[Malum]

"She's very dehydrated and hungry. I doubt she will be a problem, though if she does harm anybeast in this mountain, you know what to do. She needs food and water, and with the way she is..." BlueBells said, shaking her head.

Malum looked at the hare as he neared. As he asked what she wanted to do with her, she perked her ears up.

"Hey..-cough-..Don't...-cough-...I get...-cough-...a...-cough-..say...-cough-..in this?" She asked, coughing.

BlueBells looked down at her and spoke to Seaford.

"I think she needs something to drink... Do you want to take her to the table or do you want me to?" She asked. "But, if anyone hurts her... Send them to me..." She glared around the room.

[sweetmint]

Seaford was surprised, but he hid it expertly and saluted firmly in acknowledgement. "My 'eart 'n' my paw, marm, h'I'll keep a h'eye on 'er, no mistake. But mightn't she need t'spend some time h'in the sickbay, Lady?" he asked, and broke off when the ferretmaid interjected -- or tried to.

Seaford twitched his ears, a brief, unreadable expression crossing his features before he bowed shortly to the stranger. He ignored what she'd said, answering instead with an inquiry of his own in his usual tough, military way.

"Captain Seaford, marm, at y'service. Why don't y'come h'along with me h'and 'ave a mouthful? Lady's compliments, h'it would seem." There was a touch of irony to his voice, but he knew for sure now, looking at how weak this creature was, she was hardly a threat. Especially not in the midst of a force of fighting hares.

"If y'would..." he added, indicating with his chin an empty corner table usually reserved for guests. "There's fresh spring water h'and strawberry cordial, or if y'prefer, mountain ale, h'and vittles h'aplenty."

[Malum]

Malum looked at him and smiled.

"Sure... I'd love to have some Water... And maybe a bit of Strawberry Cordial too..." She said, choking back the coughs.

Lady BlueBells smiled at Seaford.

"Thank you so much for helping out." She said.

[sweetmint]

Seaford nodded once, saluted again, then led the way over to the table. He indicated to a couple of servers, and they, though curious, hurriedly brought over some food and table settings; Seaford helped grab different drinks, then seated himself across from the ferretmaid.

He watched her for a moment, paw resting on his saber hilt, then put forth a question.

"Might h'I ask why y'came 'ere, h'of all places, marm, h'and wot y'call y'self?"

[Malum]

Malum looked up from drinking some water, and wiped her mouth.

"I'm Non Malum, but I go by Malum. And, I wasn't really MEANING to find this place. I just was kinda heading for Redwall... Well, I was kinda going in a loop, and I was los on the beach. And I kinda ran out of food and water... So, I saw a figure up ahead, and headed straight for this place, to ask for assistance..." She finished, picking up a bowl, and getting some salad.