"<span style="color: blue">None of you have been served breakfast yet?</span>"<br/><br/>Jesus! Pearl had an annoying way of just popping up out of no where unnoticed. She was standing behind the gathered troupe at the meal stand. Her pearlescent skin looked so fresh in the<i> morning</i>sun, probably a place where she didn't spend a whole lot of time. Her curly locks framed her face in a haphazard fashion though she was seemingly already dressed for the day, some noticeable grease smudges stained that immaculate skin already, probably from helping Cid around with chores and errands. Thin, almost boney, her boy shorts and leather bodice was one of the few things that really gave her any real womanly shape. She was barely that, really. Just recently turned 19, her light brownish chaps kept her legs from getting mucked up in the muddy soil around the construction site.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">Maybe I can help you folks out...</span>"<br/><br/>That was typical Pearl. Always ready, willing and taking the initiative to help out. She gracefully stepped into the food wagon and almost inhumanely fast began to gather her food supplies, not one movement was wasted looking for any particular item. It was as if she had the entire interior of the wagon memorized. She moved with intent, each movement building on the next, not wasting one moment observing or watching anything cook. For instance, while preparing eggs, bacon and the ham, she already had poured the first three mugs of coffee, putting them out for any or all of the troupe to fight over. She didn't wait to make small talk or even to look others in the eyes with niceties, though she was always pleasantly nice. She kept moving, flipping the eggs, bacon and ham in sequence, all of them sizzling in perfect unison with her other activities. She never pushed the original cook out of the way, who was mostly holding her head from the hangover she felt and was just appreciative of the help being given. She worked around the cook and even hopped up on her tippy toes to get the stuff that was up high, expertly bringing it down to continue the cooking effort. She got her first three plates of breakfast out in a cadence unmatched by any others.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">You can all tell me what you would like to eat, I will integrate those orders into my processes here as you tell me.</span>"<br/><br/>Pearl spoke kind of funny too... Poor girl.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>