<strong>Name</strong>Richard Dawson<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Line's dining area<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All present crew/passengers<br/><br/>Richard kept quiet during after his brief greetings to the rest of the people aboard The Line, though most of the crew already knew he was not a man of many words. He was pleasantly surprised by Keri's attire, not even knowing she owned anything like that. Of course that was probably just because he had never seen her in anything but denim and cotton, though most people did own a set of nice clothing for formal occasions. This was the first dinner of a new voyage after all, and with a new passenger. Maybe he should have gotten his fancy clothing out as well, but it was too late to go and change. Besides if he left, he wouldn't be around to try and stave off any sort of conflict between Captain Early and Serenity. He supported his Captain in many of his decisions, that was his job of course, but he was allowed to disagree in private. And sometimes the Captain needed to be disagreed with, if only so that he saw the potential problems in a plan.<br/><br/>The soup was served and surprisingly champagne was poured. He didn't mind the bubbly drink, it was the favoured drink at the Militia Balls and other formal gatherings where he grew up. His tastes belonged more to vodka or plain beer than the fancy drinks. Whether this was actually personal taste or resentment of the pompousness of the planetary militia he neither knew nor cared. Unfortunately for him his vodka had run out and he hadn't managed to find any before taking off. It didn't matter, he wasn't a man who needed a constant supply of drink, and he should be able to get some when they touched down.<br/><br/>Still, he joined the toast, with a modest sip of his champagne, and raised his glass a second time to join the toast to Sue for his excellent cooking. After that he fell into his meal, relishing the taste of fresh produce and keeping an eye on the developing conflict between Serenity and Captain Early. he did have a number of plans to try and keep dinner civil, but for now he hoped that the two of them could simply call a truce and let everyone else enjoy their dinner.<br/><br/>Any hope of that was lost when Elfie spilled some soup onto the passenger. An inner sense, the same one that started tingling whenever he thought there was going to be an ambush, started up, making his stomach clench in anticipation of what was going to happen. Acting quickly he stood and grabbed his napkin, moving to the site of  the spill after the initial reaction. He firmly but gently moving Elfie back away from the table.<br/><br/>"Lesson in drinking Elfie, never do it on an empty stomach." he muttered to the slave then turned his attention back to Isi. The soup was hot after all. "Here miss." he said, handing her the napkin while praying that whatever fallout would occur from this incident would happen after dinner. "Are you alright?"