Snippet #2584209

Nimethel gave a nod of acknowledgement as Sherbet approached her. The catgirl sometimes wondered if the reason he acted so stuffy might have been because of his name. It was... well, unique was one way of describing it. She at least gave him a friendly smile in an attempt to alleviate said stuffiness a little.

When Fel arrived, her face immediately brightened up, followed by desperately trying to suppress her mirth when he playfully referred to the bosun as a frozen dessert. When she recovered from the giggle fit she gratefully took her plate from the ship's cook. "Why thank you, my good sir," she said, returning the grin. "Yes, I think he's still busy, but he should be out in -" Just then, the man himself called from within his room, letting Nim know that she could come in now.

"Captain, I think Fel still has to finish serving breakfast," she replied, entering Galeon's room. Since it was so messy, Nimethel figured it wouldn't be too much of a big deal if she brought her meal in. Finding somewhere to sit, the woman rested her plate on her lap and started to tuck in as she waited for Jezebel to attend the meeting.