Open RP post for Dedicate Rosethorn

[earthandpine]

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[earthandpine]

Rosethorn is required to help anyone in need who asks it of her, and if he'd asked, she probably would have shared.

Instead, she pulls her bowl away and glares at him. "I'll thank you to keep your hands off other people's plates if you like them where they are!"

[shirtlesspersona]

"Why, you got a collection in need of them?" He waggles his fingers at her, grinning.

"And was that all the plates, or just yours?" Zaveid hasn't given up on some of this food, okay.

[earthandpine]

"Yes," she bites back, though of course she has nothing of the sort. "I use them to fertilize the plants in my garden."

"All of them, if you don't find some manners and use your words to ask." She isn't sure who he is or what he's doing here, but even her vows only extend so far. She'll share with someone who needs it if he doesn't try to steal from her.

[shirtlesspersona]

"Darn." He is.. not put off by that, at all, sorry?? "See, if you kept them on the mantle, I'd be much more tempted to donate." Although his grin sort of says he's aware that there's no such collection. Maybe something about the people about.

But he raises a hand, and turns on his heel and heads off. Where?

Who knows.

Zaveid's back with a plate and utensils after a moment. Did he ask for these? No. He picked them up somewhere. "Please." He did already drop himself into another seat nearby though.

[earthandpine]

"Don't be foolish. That would be a waste of perfectly good nutrients that could be going into the soil."

Rosethorn just glares impassively for a full minute when he comes back, because she isn't charmed or impressed by this rude man, regardless of his grin or whether he's attractive without a shirt on. She also has her suspicions about where the plate and utensils came from. Still, there's plenty of food. "Fine. You can have some." But she won't sound welcoming about it.