[color=#006400;]"What's that? Did my fair ears detect the mention of Dominik? And fish? Cooking something, perhaps?"[/color]
[color=#006400;]The voice was soft, a mildly effeminate tenor; its corresponding head poked out tentatively from around the corner into the bridge, hoping against hope that it would be ordered to create something edible from...well, something less edible. Slowly Dominik bit his bottom lip and grinned feverishly, hands hanging onto the wall to support his dainty, mild swings back and forth, as though he were caught in the gentle embrace of a rocking breeze. His windswept, deep gold hair was ruffled as though he'd been recently wearing a chef's hat of some kind. The tone in his queries was excited and on top of things. He'd clearly been waiting for a while.[/color]
"Sorry, Dom,"[color=#006400;] Abraham said over his shoulder, not turning around. [/color]"We don't need a cook right now."
"No, Dom,"[color=#006400;] Abraham sighed. [/color]"I'm sorry. We don't need a chef right now."
[color=#006400;]Dominik chuckled lightly and gave a playful two finger salute along one eyebrow with his left hand. With a playful "Aye aye, Captain!" he had disappeared around the bend like he'd never came, probably off to the kitchens again.[/color]