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Circa OUATIS, the Mechanisms pick up some doofus who it is inconveniently difficult to kill. His name is Honey.
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Honey's head is still more or less empty, the various baskets of thought and planning that he had been collecting for each of the crew having been lost in the wash of emotion and then under tide of sleep. He isn't going to recollect those things until he's eaten something, so, he drifts in the direction of food-smell.

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The food-smell leads him to the ship's kitchen, a familiar sight by this point. 

Less familiar is the figure in a Rose Red officer's uniform standing in front of the griddle, singing under its breath as it grills a neat row of sausages.

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Honey takes a moment, just looking at the new person. He doesn’t have the spare energy to really process this, but the surprise nonetheless demands some time. Eventually, his eyes move from the figure to the sausages they’re cooking. “Could I have one of those?”

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"Oh!" The soldier spins at the waist to face him, the head and torso turning while the legs remain still. "Hello! The sausages aren't ready yet, but you can have one when they're done. I don't think we've met," it adds. "I'm the Toy Soldier!" 

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Honey is hungry enough that he could probably eat some sausages raw, but he’ll wait. “I’m Honey.”

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"That's a nice name!" The Toy Soldier spins back around to tend to the sausages. "Do you like honey? Would you like some with your sausages? —do honey and sausages go together?" 

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“Sure.”

Honey doesn’t know whether honey goes with sausage, but it’s more calories and that’s what he needs right now.

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It doesn't take long for the sausages to be done. The Toy Soldier dishes them out, handing Honey a plate of sausages swimming in honey. 

"Here we are! Bon appetit!"

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Regardless if the fact that the sausages are likely quite hot, and also are covered in honey, Honey takes the plate in one hand and eats the sausages with the other, making sure to scoop up some honey with every bite. Honestly, it isn’t half bad.

“Thanks.”

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"You're welcome!" it replies cheerfully. 

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There's a creak from the ceiling. 

Then, a vent cover falls to the floor.

Mac drops through the opening boots-first, grabs two sausages—in his metal left hand—without bothering to take the plate they were on, and disappears back into the vent without a word. 

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"It's so nice to be appreciated!" the Toy Soldier continues, slightly louder. It does not otherwise react to Mac's brief appearance, its bright smile firmly in place. 

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Honey nods as he eats, only really reacting with a quiet grunt of annoyance when the vent man takes some sausages, but not making a move to stop him.

As he starts to energize, Honey starts to consider when he’s going to get off this ship. In the mean time, he thinks he’ll go look for Kolya to help around the ship.

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"Would you like anything else to eat? I could fry up some eggs and bacon—oooh, and hash browns! A proper English breakfast! And tea to go with it!" 

The Toy Soldier claps its hands in delight, bouncing up and down a little. 

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More food is definitely good. “That sounds good.”

Honey will help with the cooking, if he can figure out where he can fit himself in. The life-sized toy soldier person takes up a surprising amount of space despite not being particularly large.

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It does do that, doesn't it! 

The Toy Soldier whirrs and clicks as it putters around the kitchen. It's clearly familiar with the place, never having to check in more than one cupboard to find anything it's looking for, and also competent with the mechanics of cooking.

It's not, however, very good at letting someone help it cook, seeming to lack human intuitions for when to move out of the way or pass something.

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Well, Honey can also just wait, he’s pretty good at that. He probably thinks to wash the honey off his hands and to grab knife and fork, now that he’s self-aware enough to not try and eat eggs with his bare hands.

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And shortly there is a full English breakfast! It's a generous spread, filling several plates. Eggs and bacon and hash browns, as promised, even if the hash browns are purple and the eggs have red yolks. There are also fried mushrooms, fried tomatoes, baked beans, a few more sausages in honey, and four slices of buttered toast cut into neat triangles. 

And, of course, a cup of tea. 

"Bon appetit!" the Toy Soldier says proudly. 

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Lots of food! "Thanks!"

If Honey were less hungry, he might be more worried about being presentable. He is very hungry, though, the sausages he already ate might as well not exist anymore as far as his appetite is concerned. He digs through the breakfast with only just enough restraint to avoid breaking any of the plates or the silverware he picked up. Even so, there might be some new scratch marks in some of the plates.

He rights himself (having opted to lean over the food rather than search for a chair), and lets out a pleased sigh. Already, he feels mostly recovered.

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The Toy Soldier is clearing up the mess it's made of the kitchen, singing a cheerful tune under its breath as it stacks dirty crockery in the sink. 

"When you're cooked, you're hot as you can be, 'cause the Kaiser wants to microwave the British infantry..."

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Still feeling rather cheerful, Honey helps clean and put away things in the kitchen, doing his best to hum along with the tune despite having zero idea what the toy soldier person is singing about.

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Ivy arrives and goes in search of food, humming along absent-mindedly as she moves around the kitchen. 

"Oh—hello, Toy Soldier," she says after a minute or so. "When did you get back?" 

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"Hello, Ivy Alexandria!" it replies cheerfully.

"Well, I was on New Constantinople! I saw good ol' Aurora and thought, golly, it has been a long time since I've seen my friends. So here I am!" 

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"Here you are," Ivy agrees. "And I see you've met Honey."

She turns to him. "Honey, the Toy Soldier doesn't tend to explain itself without prompting, but it'll answer direct questions, or you can ask someone else. Is there anything you'd like to know about it right now?" 

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Honey supposes that explains the Rose Red uniform, to a degree. "Mostly I think I'd like to know where you all are headed next. I'm thinking of parting ways, no offense, and I'd like to start drawing up plans for what I'll do after."

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