<strong>Character:</strong>Theodore "Teddy" Weber<br/><strong>Date:</strong>110 PA, whatever day it is. Noonish local time.<br/><strong>Location</strong>Dining Area<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>Ted smiled as the others heaped his morning's labors onto their plates. In exchange for not having to carry a weapon and put himself on the front lines, he performed medic duties and also cooked. They did at least respect him enough that they never tried to make him clean up after them. Some of them forgot to clean up after themselves, but others picked up the slack. These were, at heart, mostly decent people. Maybe not good people, but they understood that everything worked better if there was less infighting. The usual jibes about hair in the food and people unwilling to serve this to their dogs echoed around the chamber, and Ted smiled. He thrived on routine, and the stale jokes were as routine as they ever had been when he was a medic and field surgeon for the Coalition. At least here they never talked about the need to spay or neuter him. Again, the little signs of respect here were why he stayed on with them. That and because he didn't much have anywhere else to go.<br/><br/>Today's meat surprise (the surprise being that there was meat in it) and potatoes au gratin (with no real potatoes) were being served, and most everyone was giving them a favorable review. They didn't pay him to be a good cook, they paid him to be a good medic. So far there hadn't been any real call for his services though outside of a few infections and recreational injuries. That was fine, he didn't await the time when his services were needed on a larger scale.