THINKING ABOUT WHERE I'VE BEEN / q+a

[bubblegum]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

With a feast on her mind planned for later this month, the female was taking the opportunity to try many new recipes. Most mornings she'll walk out of the tempest's lower deck smelling like delicious food of all varying types, before going out and performing tasks to help out around the archipelago. The tigress, this afternoon, has decided to use some of that energy on a little food to share with everyone, a small event in mind. She prepares a plate of Cuban sliders using Hawaiian rolls, figuring the snack would be an easy treat to enjoy for everyone. Plus, every other time she's made sliders, they'd always been a big hit.

The female takes the plate out with her, along with several towels and plates for others to rest on along barracuda bay as they enjoyed the treats. She sets them along, humming a small tune, before grabbing her own slider and sitting down, tail curling around her paws. "Come get some sliders n' enjoy a question n' answer session wit' me n' any other crewmate who wants t' participate. Ask me questions, or your crewmates."