The Knight and the Serving Girl [Idris]

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OOC – Meh.

Tristan watched as Idris burst into laughter at her own joke, and, with an expression of amusement shook his head and took another sip of his drink. Because that was how all knights of Camelot behaved. “If only it was that easy.” He said with a sigh and involuntarily started feeling sorry for himself again. But that was going against his plan, and would only ruin the rest of his day so with another sigh he forced himself back into a good mood and said, in what he hoped was a tone that Idris was understand as a jest, “Even the women could do it.” While he prided himself on his chivalric nature, he liked to think that he treated all – male of female – with the respect that they deserved, and that Idris would see his joke for what it was, and not believe him to be making some comment about the weaknesses of women – although he was in no way suggesting that women should be off chasing dragons. That would be rather bad manners.

He nodded in agreement, it would have been difficult for her but he would have probably been enjoying himself, well, as long as he didn’t fall asleep or throw up. “I’m sure I’d have fun.”

“Hopefully not.” Tristan replied, looking every bit as hungry as he felt, and probably as much as Idris. Their food had better live up to the expectation. At least they had their game to keep them busy and was rather enjoying watching Idris struggle to guess what he was thinking of. He was debating whether or not to give her a clue and whether or not she’d appreciate it or be annoyed at him. He decided upon giving her one, but in a subtle enough manner to keep her on her toes. After her last guess he looked rather pointedly upwards.

[Idris]

Idris would never suggest that being a knight was incredibly easy. However, neither would she particularly want to be a knight of Camelot. Not that it would ever be an option, but Idris would prefer to be on the ground, aiding the wounded and such. However, if anyone ever tried to attack her Idris would never hesitate to give them what was coming to them. Idris considered Tristan's comment about women and was unsure of how to take it. It was probably meant in jest, and although Idris knew women could never become Knight's of Camelot she disliked the fact that it was an impossibility. Therefore she remained silent, not trusting her own tongue in response to Tristan. Instead, she gave him a small smile, taking in a small sip of her drink.

Idris was really stuck with Tristan's word. It didn't really help that her stomach was starting to rumble and that seemed to be all she could concentrate upon. Even when she looked upwards she was struggling. Her look of confusion must have been overtly showing and Idris shrugged at Tristan, "I honestly have no idea." She said quickly and continued to look about her.

After a few moment's Idris's smile widened and she looked expectantly at Tristan, "I know I haven't won, but I spy something beginning with 'F'" And she pointed behind Tristan's head, "Our food has finally arrived." The amount of relief Idris's stomach felt was indescribable as their food began to be placed in front of them. Although as a servant she was used to going for quite long periods of time without food she was still incredibly hungry. That was one of the few reasons she would ever envy someone in Tristan's position because he would never have to worry where the next meal was coming from, Idris did and sometimes she felt that more than others.

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From Idris’ silence Tristan was unsure whether she had taken his comment as it had been meant or not. He didn’t say anything else because if she had been offended anything he next said would probably just make things worse.

Slightly embarrassingly, he was rather pleased with himself at having thought of something which Idris couldn’t find. He took her shrug and declaration of ignorance as his winning the game, and he shouldn’t have been so pleased with himself. Although this was the first time in such a long time that he was able to just switch off to all his problems and insecurities and duties and take enjoyment out of something so small as a game of I Spy. “It’s the ceiling.” He said with a smirk. And then rolled his eyes with a grin, “Obviously.”

Tristan followed her finger, seeing that food was indeed coming their way and felt a stupid amount of happiness and relief after being starving for what he would later describe as days. He watched as the food was set in front of them, waiting for the stupidly long seconds until Idris’ was given to her so he could start. As soon as he broke the pastry the pie steamed up at him. It smelt absolutely delicious. “Never have I had such anticipation for a pie.” He told Idris with a small laugh. “It better be worth it.”

[Idris]

Idris rolled her eyes as Tristan gave in and told her what his guess was. She knew it was going to be something completely obvious like that. However, the mixture of being up since the early hours of the morning cleaning and the pang of hunger ailing her stomach fazed her senses. "I let you win that one my Lord." She teased softly, giving him a quick cheeky wink.

Tristan seemed more in a hurry to crack into his pie than Idris was. She watched him curiously for a few moments as he cracked open his pie. The smell made her realise how hungry she actually was; it smelt even better than some of the food she served to the nobles at the various feasts.

She then cracked into her own pie, enjoying the smell before taking a bite. It felt like the pie was falling into an empty stomach; Idris had not had much to eat that morning and was therefore glad of such a large lunch, especially as her entire evening would probably be spent serving nobles food whilst being hungry herself. "This is the best pie I've had in ages." She commented happily, tucking into her lunch.

The pie tasted completely home made which just gave her pangs of her home. The memories of her mother cooking meals over a large pot at home were felt with every mouthful, but she wasn't going to let that ruin her afternoon with Tristan. Lord knows, her family seemed to have ruined enough in the last few months. "Will you be at the feast this evening my Lord?"