Pris and the Dozens of Eggs

Joseph had just been on his way to the kitchen to see about dinner for the men and hopefully Tasha. Keven would be down shortly to help him, but he had something to do first. Joseph was a few feet from the steps when he heard the female voice.

Joseph chuckled when he heard what the voice had said. 'Shot early'? That sounded so bad. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to tell you later?" He came into view of the voice ans stopped dead in his tracks. What had the Irishman done now? She was a kid. A pretty kid, but a kid. "Oh, I'm sorry miss. Um, uh, can I help you with something?" Big mouth.

He saw her holding the egg and arched an eyebrow. Why was she holding an egg? And it looked like it was about to drip white stuff all over her plaid dress. Heh, he loved the colors. This child was definitely unique. She peeked his interest, though no longer in the way her voice had before.

A really just exhausted Doctor Blake. came slowly into the inn. a wave to the woman at the counter, and then that same hand went to cover his mouth as he took in a deep yawn. eyes closed in the yawn. The Doctor was actually wearing scrubs, or at least a scrub top, someone had puked up on his normal shirt and his tie was ruined which was upsetting.

Coming down from his yawn, Doctor Blake's eyes fell upon Pris, with her hands closed around something, and a man, standing next to her, looking rather spaced out. Walking stick probably giving away his approach." Hey Pris... whats that there. is it an eye of medusa? that why this gentleman here looks a bit frozen?" a smile up to the man and a nod." Just kidding sir... is everything alright?" he sounded almost normal, maybe just a bit weathered.

Joseph wasn't dazed, he was just trying to gage the size of the bowl the lady would need. He looked at the guy who had walked up and smiled. "Just about to get the lady a bowl." And he did just that, he trotted into the kitchen and grabbed up a bowl that was about ten inches in diameter and eight inches deep. He thought that would work.

He returned with the bowl and held it under her hands so she could complete her egg cracking. "I hope I was quick enough to keep you from getting yolky, miss Priss. By the way, I'm Joseph, nice to meet you." Yolky being said like yucky. He hoped she would find it funny.

Joseph smiled as he held the bowl for her. She kind of reminded him of his kid sister. She had this way about her. And she was taken from him way too soon. But that was neither here or now. What was, was miss Priss. And her egg yolks. "Plenty of room at this Inn for some eggs, miss Priss." He smiled at her

She was going about putting the yolks in the jar in her own way and he was happy to just watch and hold the bowl for the whites. Maybe when she was done ... "Miss Priss, are you hungry? I could make you an omelet with these egg whites once you're done. You too Doc." He presumed Doc from the attire.

Miss Priss had told the Doctor what he had said and the Irishman turned as red as his hair. "Yes, I did, I shot off my mouth before layin my eyes upon the lovely before me." Nice cover, he hoped. And the Irish accent might even make her laugh. He thought she might have a wonderful laugh. His sister did.

Doctor Blake smiled and leaned into his walking stick some, watching the exchange between the two people." thanks man. you know she probably would have carried that egg like that all day." said with a smile before the tired doctor Blake let eyes finally rest upon Miss Prissy pants.

"oh! you where offering an omlette, sorry. sort of a long day, um. no, not really that hungry. sort of dont like to eat for a little while after ER duty... Thank you though. Sir. Um.. hey Pris. what are you carrying around a large crate of eggs for anyway?"

Joseph smiled as he held the bowl. "Ya know, I always wondered how they got the eggs from those yard birds." He chuckled. She continued on and she smiled. It was a beautiful smile. "I like your smile miss Priss. It's very pretty, just like you" No, he wasn't flirting, just paying the lady a compliment. He watched as she let the egg whites plop into the bowl and then added the yolks to the jars. He was fascinated.

A girl after her own heart. Potatoes, what is an omelet without hash browns or home fries. "Absolutely, there will be potatoes. Hash browns or home fries?" He would be willing to fix either. She had captured his attention.

He looked up at her from the bowl of eggs as she said something about poof calling her lovely. And he saw the frown come to her face. Who or what ever poof was, she did not like it. Joseph's heart sank. What could have put a frown on such a pretty face? Whatever it was, it had to be bad. He removed one hand from the bowl and touched the tip of her nose with his finger. "Hey, hey, hey. What's with the frown? You're too pretty for that, let's turn that frown upside down. No more lovely. Just Pretty Miss Priss. Alright?"

His hand was placed back on the bowl as he held it for her to put the egg whites in. He wanted to take her mind off of poof. "Miss Priss, how do you make paint from egg yolks?" Yes, there, get her back to thinking about what has her attention. Hopefully that would work.

Doctor Blake gave a nice big vocal stretch, leaning onto his walking stick once again." I dont think you're crazy at all pris! I just dont know where you would have put that egg, had you not gotten a bowl."

A nod and the hand not on his wlaking stick was slid into a pocket, leaning all casual and charming like." I dont think she really cares how they're served sir, she just loves those potatoes. I heard her squee over some potato buds before." he was teasing pris just a little bit. but hey she got a few zingers on him a few times. eyes where on pris so she could answer the other mans question.

Because Joseph was hanging on her every word, things she said were registering in his head. For example, she had asked for toast with jam with her hash browns. He caught that. She had said Cinderella's ball. She was planing on being at the Valentine's ball at Claremount. She even seemed to be looking forward to it. Yes, Joseph payed attention. He even chuckled when she had a comment for the Doctor and stuck her tongue out at him. He didn't look away from her, but replied to the Doctor. "I would have loved to have seen that. I thought only us Irish loved our potatoes that much."

Joseph looked at her watching her face. "Did your frown turn upside down?" He thought he saw a hint of a smile. He wanted to test that theory. She had such fluid movements in her egg separating process. It was a repetitive pattern and therefor became second nature. She might even be able to allow some of her mind to work on something else while she was doing it at this point.

When she spoke, he thought he had been right. Michaelangelo, that was a fact he didn't know. Michaelangelo had used egg yolk paint? Shamus would have probably known, he was an artist. She gave him the recipe, minus the measurements of course. And Joseph listened. He even spared a glance to the box she pointed to.

But then he looked back at her. If he focused on her, without staring, he would catch the things she said, and maybe even the sub-text. He wanted to seed though her words and pick out the ones that went together from the ones that to others would sound like nonsense. Of course, to Joseph, none of it was nonsense. Some of it just related differently that some other parts. "Thank you for teaching me something new pretty miss Priss."

"Really? nah, everyone loves potatoes. the Irsh, well, that rumor only started because well you know, not much else grows in Ireland." A nod and he moved over pris, leaning his walking stick against the table.

and doctor blake picked up one of the eggs. tossing it into the air and catching it." hey Pris, can i help you separate the eggs? would that be alright?"

Joseph chuckled. "You found us out Doctor. Don't tell, ok?" He chuckled some more. And then when pretty miss Priss started to sing, Joseph started bobbing his head from side to side to her song. Her singing was in a key he wasn't used to hearing, but it was still rather beautiful in it's own way.

When she said 'But', it caught him a little off guard. She was advising him about uses for potatoes and paint eating. Sounded like she knew what she was talking about. Joseph knew already, but he wasn't going to spoil the moment by saying so. "Don't eat the potatoes with paint. Got it." Then he thought about it more. "Can you teach me to paint with potatoes someday pretty miss Priss?" He was sure he could get his hands on some.

He nodded like a school child who was actually learning something interesting. Why? Well, to Joseph, this was interesting. The paints she was going to mix were to be made with mostly food products. So he would have thought that maybe they were non-toxic. He would have thought wrong.

So just like a good student, Joseph was paying attention in class. Hey, he had a good teacher. "Ok, so no eating painted potatoes. No eating these paints. No breathing the powdered colors. Good advice, thank you pretty miss Priss." Yes, Joseph was just making a list.

He looked up at the Doctor as pretty miss Priss said that and he busted up laughing. He was laughing so hard the egg whites were dancing in the bowl like Jello. Then she said it again. That made him laugh even harder, but he was so close to her that he was trying not to laugh too loud.

His laughter was dieing down just in time for her to clarify what he had already deduced on his own. He looked up at the Doctor who was now holding an egg to help her out. "Neurosurgery eh Doc?" He chuckled some more. Pretty miss Priss had a wonderful sense of humor. Joseph extended his hand then. "Didn't mean to be rude, names Joseph. Pleasure to meet you. Couple more medical professionals around here and we can have a convention." He knew about the healers, he also knew who went to medical school once because she was bored.

A nice polite smile from Doctor Blake, who separated his egg before stepping around the table and taking his hand. giving it a nice firm hand shake." Yeah, I've heard there are more then a few of us here. should open a clinic downstairs right?"

A soft chuckle and then a shake of his head leaning forward to whisper something to the man." she's odd.. not six. you can talk to her like an adult." Pris didn't hear that, and he was not being rude or anything. Just trying to be informative. another firm shake of the mans hand and Doctor Blake went back to his original spot, picking up another egg, cracking it and separating it.

"Did you know you can also put a potato on a bug bite,and it draws out the poison too. they're really quite versatile. Do we have to do all of these eggs?"

Joseph looked at her when she was looking at him. He smiled. It was a nice pleasant smile, no hidden agenda or malice to be implied. She said maybe. His smile widened. Depended on how his potatoes stamped her stomach huh. His eyes twinkled as he continued to smile. "Cool. I think I might get those lessons. I make some wicked hash browns." A glint of white teeth as he smiled and spoke. Normal, nothing scary, human teeth.

Priss said friends didn't take notes. But Joseph took notes. Mental notes. If he didn't he would forget. Sometimes notes on paper too. Too many drunken bar room brawls for the Irishman. A few blows to the head too many and suddenly you find yourself heading to the store and then forgetting what you were there for. Sometimes notes were good ... Weren't they?

A clinic was an interesting thought. Though he wasn't sure the other doctor would be too quick to sign up for duty. It had been a phase for her. One that she had since gotten over. "Maybe, Doc, you should ask the ladies about it. Do you agree pretty miss Priss?" Maybe it would give Tasha a reason to get out of her room more often. She wouldn't miss a shift.

When the Doctor leaned in to speak with him he listened as he continued to watch her. He looked at the Doctor when he heard what he had said. He spoke quietly as well, even if she was humming. "Dude, I wasn't trying to talk to her like a child. Sometimes, my mind, I make lists and repeat things and stuff, just to remember them." Seriously.

Then he heard what he said about potatoes and poison. "I remember that one. Also, if you have to get a broken bulb, you know, and you need it out of the socket. Potatoes can grab it and you can unscrew it that way." Yes, he did know a thing or two. The eggs were almost done. There was enough egg whites for plenty of omelets. "So, pretty miss Priss, what do you like in your omelets?" He figured he had better ask before he went to go cook.

"Alright man" said with a nod to Joseph as Doctor Blake cracked and egg and separated it, continuing on. before speaking up again."I'd make that one of the rules...'No note taking' because it really isnt helpful to have someone you're opening up to take notes..."

Another Egg, and doc blake fell silent, thinking more on that though, a new clinic. one where doctors didn't take notes during office visits. Yeah it would make psychology a bit harder, but that is alright. peice of mind did wonders for a patient.

Joseph watched as the last two egg whites plopped into the bowl. He was listening to the conversation. Prissy didn't really have much to say on the clinic idea. But she did ask for cheese, onions, peppers, and more cheese in her omelet. He could remember that. "That sounds like a good omelet." Once they were done with the eggs he sat the bowl down.

He had to wonder what was taking Keven so long. He was supposed to come down and help him with the food. Maybe he had gone into the kitchen and Joseph had not noticed. He was rather focused on Prissy. He wanted to watch her make the paints now. He would go cook shortly. The men and Tasha, as well as pretty miss priss, would be having omelets, hash browns, and toast with jam for dinner.

And as for the rule about not taking notes ... "I agree, no notes."

Doctor Blake smiled and separated the last egg and wiped his hands off on his pant leg. a firm nod." There we are... wow, that is alot of eggs." a firm nod and he tapped the tabletop a few times." What do we do next Pris?"

Doc Blake was curious, a man was never done learning, and you learn something every day, so he had yet to learn soemthing today, so he really really wanted to know how to make paints. Maybe he could make some for pris one day.

Pretty miss Priss stopped what she was doing with her suitcase for a moment and looked Joseph in the eyes. Emerald orbs to emerald orbs. It was the first time he had gotten a good look at her eyes because she was taking a good look into his. She had pretty eyes. She said 'it is', he took that to mean that it was a good omelet. So he nodded. And just like that, her eyes darted away again.

She said something else, not exactly directed at him. At least it didn't seem like it was. But with someone like her, everything had meaning. She wasn't the type to waste words, at least that was the impression he had gotten of her. And he was usually a pretty good judge of such things. So what did 'drip, drip' mean?

Joseph let it slide. She would either elaborate or not. But she handed him a mask. "Thank you." He put the mask on and adjusted it. He even pinched the little metal bar to shape it to his nose. The slightly muffled sound might have sounded funny when he spoke. "How do I look?" He tilted his head and batted his eyes for dramatic effect, or was it comedic effect?

She started explaining to the Doctor about why he couldn't help her mix the paints. Each color was to be mixed differently. He would have never known that. It seemed like something fun to experiment with in the future. Maybe sometime he could con Shamus into helping him, or even better ... Pretty miss Priss.