Debajirin has hardly finished his salute to the drudge before a very large wooden spoon is thrust into the not-saluting hand, a gruff hand is placed on his shoulder, and he's shoved towards a pot of stew, about the only thing that would conceivably fit the spoon. The ever-detailed directions of "Stir," are given to him and the drudge is off, leaving Debajirin and his culinary finesse at the stew, and those who intend to eat it as his mercy. Valiant is he of the Red Hair and Fish, however, so bravely the spoon is thrust into th epot, not even five seconds into stirring when Rowann greets him, and he's already glad for the distraction. "Ah, Rowann, beauty of the Weyr, no doubt, it goes well. And how with you?" An exaggerated bow, and the spoon begins slipping into the thickened soup 'fore Jir surfaces and grabs a hold of it. "I intended to be here for that reason, so that you wouldn't be alone. What a pity it would be, that... Unless you wanted to be, of course, at which point, /you/ can stir."

Jozzie is not a culinary expert but when her stomach is rumbling, the bluerider makes no hesitation to nag the cooks in the kitchen. If she could do it at Kerron, she can do so here too. She pushes strades of locks from her eyes as she spies on three candidates taken over the kitchen. "Oh Faranth..." she mumbles. Then she smiles towards them, "Hello kiddos."

Yulianna slips into the kitchen just ahead of Jozzie, and offers the rider a nod at her greeting, "G'evening, ma'am."  She spots Baji--at his usual place of course, stirring what ever pot may happen to be on the fire at the moment--and offers him a nod, too...and finally Rowann.  But it quickly becomes apparent that her purpose is not socialization, as she sneaks up behind one of the cooks and snitches a fingerroot, ducking out of the way in a flash and moving to gnaw on her booty in the privacy of the shaddows of the hearth.

Rowann raises one eyebrow, then the other in mocking curiosity, "Oh, 'tis it so?" Beauty of the Weyr? Someone has definately been into the klah today, "I'm feeling quite well, actually. And... what in Faranth's name are you doing in here." She watches the fishy red-head with a perturbed expression. A sigh is cast forth from between coral lips, and she snags a chair from goodness knows where and plops herself down casually, "I daresay I shall not help you with... this one bit. Last time I helped a cook, I got pink sticky ... things ... drizzled over my tunic. And it took quite a while to get rid of, mind you." A nod goes to Jozzie, "How goes?" Her deep crimson hair falls over her shoulders and she nods, the determined look almost fading from her lapis lazuli eyes, "Ah. Evening Yulianna." So many people. So little food. 

Debajirin blinks as innocently at Jozzie as he can manage while still looking vaguely intrigued. "Kiddos? I've gotta be at least as old as you if not more." Something about these riders always considering him wee and little, and after so many months, it's starting to get to him, truth be known. "However, greetings to you as well, rider," he comments dryly, a bit of a sardonic smile gracing his face. Yulianna gets acknowledged via a thunk of the spoon on the bottom of the pot, and then he goes back to his 'Beauty of the Weyr.' "Oh, but it's great fun, really it is. Probably fairly good for the arms too, the muscles and the like. And, y'know, being enveloped by smells of cooking meals and the like isn't always a terrible experience either. And then we must remember that the gossip flows freely in the kitchens. One of the best places to be. Living Cavern indeed!" He scoffs for that misconception so many people seem to have, giving a chunk of meat of some description a poke to prove his mood. "And there's nothing pink and sticky here, I promise."

"Ma'am?" Jozzie questions as she quirks a brow towards Yuli. "No specials please, Jozzie will do just fine. She looks over what is going on in the kitchens. She turns to Rowann, smiling. "I am doing just fine." she answers. Sliding over to Debajirin, "Sorry, I naturally call everone that- I guess. So, what are you up to?" she talks in general to everyone.

Yulianna doesn't mind being called a kiddo--at least not as long as she's happily gnawing on something.  After all, she hasn't eaten since /breakfast/ so anything in her mouth besides firestone dust is bound to bring contentment.  Of course she manages a nod to Jozzie at her request to /not/ be called 'ma'am'.  "Ya' never know, ya' know?" she idly notes, pausing to munch on a little more fingerroot before continuing, "Some times the riders want ya' to call 'em by their first name, other times it's 'Oh Great One'."  She offers the rider a good-natured wink, and returns her attention to her munching.

Debajirin can't quit hide a smile for the bluerider. She did lend him a not-green candidate's knot, after all. "Never mind, then, so long as it's not directed. Too many people do such things. I, personally, am attempting to better myself through the disciplined habits of keeping bits of soupy stew type things from burning to the bottom of the pot." Yulianna's comment draws a laugh from him, and he peeks around at her, one eyebrow raised. "Great One? I've never heard that, really... I've had to deal with sir, or bronzerider, or rider. And there's this one guy who likes me to call him cute, but we'll not get into S'lide. He's a bit... Different, I suppose you could say." Head turns back to Jozzie after his little rant. "So how're you this delightful day, then?"

Jozzie leans against the counter as she addresses Debajirin. "How is that knot I gat you working out?" she iquires of him. Then she nods, "I am doing quiet well. Have been caoght up in a few out of weyr business but nothing keeps me away from all you wonderful candidates. It is different to see things now as a rider, of course." She winks as she looks over to the other two girls. "Got your robes finished?" She attemps to include everyone in her conversation.

Yulianna gives a quick shake of her head, finishing off the fingerroot and tossing the end in the fire.  "Not yet.  Actually," she pauses in her reply to perch on the edge of the hearth and watch Debajirin with some amount of curiosity, "I can't sew to save my life.  In fact...I dunno if they'd let me go out there in nothin', so maybe a sheet?"  She looks hopefully at Jozzie...please, oh please say yes?

Debajirin gives a mighty beam, his shoulder brandished proudly towards the rider. "It's working incredibly well! Everyone knows my rank and the like now. And note it's still white? Not green, or dyed from stew or porridge or whatever else I've had to stir? Or smelling like some of that stuff in the stables?" Which will remain nameless. They /are/, after all, in a kitchen. "Aw, sewing's easy enough though, Yuli. You make the stitches little, and you move the needle in and out. S'not hard..." Condescending today, isn't he?

Jozzie chuckles at Debajirin's comment despite him sounding slightly condesceded at the moment. Everyone has their day of being high-handed. "Well," she begins to Yulianna, "I would like candidates to try first. If you can not manage, there is a weaver on hand that I am sure is waiting to sell you a robe to wear." As to the comment about the stables, Jozzie nods. "Right, I was a message runner before coming here." 

Yulianna's face lights up at the mention of a weaver.  "I hadn't even thought of it really."  She nods enthusiastically, "The odd mark isn't hard to come up with...think I actually brought a couple with me, ya' know?" she adds with a wink, rising to her feet.  "In fact...I think I'll go look for 'em now..." she offers a quick curtsy to Jozzie and a nod to Debajirin and heads for the door.

Yulianna walks to the Living Caverns.

Debajirin stares, mouth agape, at the departing Yulianna. "Oh, aye, she gets a cursty and I get a /nod/?" is sent after her from the currently egotistical candidate before he turns back to Jozzie with a smile. "Sorry, right... Where you? See a lot of things doing that? What was it like?" And the quiz begins, the stirring of that stew (which is beginning to waft some rather nice-smelling fumes, if he does say so himself, even if he had nothing to do with the seasonin, is quickened, in preparation for her answer, and partly because one of the drudges passing was eyeing him in that way they have that says 'get to work or I get the rolling pin.'

"I was at Keroon Hold and Herdercraft Hall. I was fostered by Teza's sister, if you have met her yet." Jozzie comments as she looks over Debajirin as he stirrs the stew. "And where are you from?" she replies. Seeing the other candidate having left her kitchen work behind, Jozzie comes to take her spot.

Debajirin nods all too wisely, giving the small talk of "Oh yeah, passed through Keroon before. Nice enough place," in reply, and, arms aching a tad, slowing his speed with the stirring again. "No, I don't think I've met her. Well, not her sister at least, and I don't know Teza all that well, though the name does bring some sort of recognition. To be more precise." He shrugs, one hand removed from the handle of his faithful spoon to wave about in every direction. "Everywhere, really. Igen, originally, travelled down the coast, crossed to the Istan island here, was heading north from Gar. Stopped at SeaCliffs. My runner broke," he finishes with a bit of a sniff. "I was there, workin' as a fisherman 'till I came here. It's quite the charming location, to be honest."

Jozzie nods, "I have heard of a many great things about Seacliffs. They have a lot of merry spirit, I hear. I would like to visit there myself at some point." Then she takes up a knife and chops up the vegetables displayed in front of her that have not been finished yet. "I have been a few places too. I grew up in the High Reaches area, then Brita...Keroon, here. I have visited Telgar many times while living in Keroon."

Debajirin nods, a smile that could be daringly described as fond pulling at the corners of his mouth for the talk of his most recent Hold. "Well, why don't you go? I mean, you have a dragon, right? Get the coordinates or whatever it is you dragonriders need to go, or fly straight, it can't be /that/ far... It'd be worth a visit. Lovely little pub, they have there." The movement of the knife catches his eye. Sharp pointy objects would. "And Telgar? What's that like? Never really been there..."

"To me it is not as much different than Keroon Hold. They harvest grain and do a lot of mining that way. I don't take a lot of notice in those things I suppose. Telgar is nice though, at least for a larger hold like Ista. I prefer smaller holds myself." The bluerider says casually as she dumps the contents that she was chopping into the bubbling pot. Her job looks about finished now.

Debajirin moves the spoon accordingly so that it might not interrupt the chopped vegetables in their travel to a boiling death (Muahaha!). "Mining? Never really learnt much about that, it'd be interested knowledge to acquire. I mean, you learn little things along the way, which herbs'll take care of stomach aches, or how to treat a runner, or some songs and stuff, a bit of everything that may be related to a craft. Not mining, though. Not for me." He's done with that stealing of the conversation now. "The smaller ones are a bit closer, I suppose, with less people. Though personally, I find the big ones exciting!" A shrug, and he pursues with another of his questions. "So you said you were at High Reaches for a while? What was that like? You hear so much about it, so far I've only heard that it's cold, really, as far to what it's like to live there. And that it's great."

Jozzie sighs for a moment as the other asks about High Reaches, "I was too young to remember, to tell you the truth." she replies. It is best for Jozzie not to go indepth about talking about High Reaches. "My internal family was from there. That is all I know." She quickly goes on by saying, "I have never been to Igen before." She scraps her cutting board to clean it. "I don't travel as much as I'd like too these days. It seems bored doing so with just Riyth, not that he is bland or anything. It would be nice being with some company though."

Debajirin wilts somewhat, though trust him not to be empathic enough, especially on a day like this, to pick up on whether or not there are any tender subjects in the vicinity. "A shame, that," he gives as acknowledgement, more than happy to move on to the next subject, as well as move his spoon back to the full circumference of the pot. "You aren't missing much, I'm sure. It's sandy. There are pokey plants around, and lots of heat. It's nice enough, but if you go there and get caught in one of those windy days, it'll take sevendays to get the dirt out of your hair. You don't travel alone? See, for a bit there I'd dedicated myself to travel... I did that alone. Had a canine for a bit, and a runner 'till SeaCliffs... But I suppose everyone prefers different company. I don't know if I'd travel alone now though." Candidacy has a great chance for him to switch over to the extroverted side of things.

Jozzie smiles at Debajirin, "Of course I have traveled alone. For many turns I did only that, the only sound that could be heard was the footing of my runner under the saddle. It is a lovely experience." The bluerider makes a gesture with her hand before she tends to cleaning up the kitchen a bit. Perhaps she is favoring the cadidates by doing this, but they need a break now and them anyway. "Are you enjoying candidancy? I went through it twice, myself. Sometimes being around the same people for so long gets a little...well, tiring."

Debajirin hmms, closing his eyes for the description of the solo travel, and even swaying a bit along with his incesent stirring. "The candidacy's alright," he answers at first, though trust him to go into more depth after arranging his thoughts. And in, perfect Debajirin style: "See, this is my first candidacy... Probably will be my last as well, if I go home I don't intend to leave for the Weyr again. It'd be something I'd already done, and I was almost enjoying my break, though at times I'm anxious to get back to my travelling. The people are alright, for the most part. I've not met anyone who disagrees with me all that much, maybe not some of my favourite people, but it's not always hard to find companionship, no matter who's around you. Just need to locate your common areas is all. And I've got enough areas for now to talk a bit about everything." He clears his throat, silencing himself for a moment, before going a bit further still. "your first candidacy... Where was that at?"

"Here." Jozzie says bluntly. Then a smile appears on her face, "And if you want to impress your fellow candidates, Hannah was here as well when we both stood to meet the sands." Finishing up her tidying, she looks across to him. "Do you have anything to be getting around to doing?" she asks curiously. As to the comment about traveling, "Well, if you are willing- I will take up in the offer of traveling with you. That is if you prefer some dragon-backing?" she chuckles softly. 

Debajirin oohs quite noticeably, nodding as the pot is given what he considers one of the final stirs. "She was? I never knew she'd had more than one candidacy... Amazing, some people... Just seem to be waiting for the right dragon to snatch 'em up." He grins, shrugging. "Not much, I've got lots of kitchen related things. Though the stews about done, I probably ought to get out and clear off the tables of any dirtied dishes or the like." He pokes at a passing drudge, handing her the spoon rather unceremoniously and heading towards the door. "Well... I'll see how things go, eh? It's amazing, the offers I've had, though to do some of it with a dragon... Well, that would truly be interesting, and probably a bit different than the normal runner way of travel. So thank you for the conversation and your help with the stew and whatnot," he ends, offering a wave before snatching up an apron, and heading for the mess that awaits in the caverns beyond.