Meisteth was sunning himself on the ledge nearest to where he knew his rider, half an eye on the Weyrlings just in case, but the rest of his attention firmly on his rider. ((You know he might be busy.)) The blue commented, as J'zat did his best to balance two trays.
"Yes, I know."
((You know he might have already eaten.))
"Then you and Rizo get a little bit extra food, don't ya?"
((You know-)) "I know a lotta stuff, Meisteth, it's fine. Go flirt with a green or something, Faranth!"
Arriving at the Weyrling Master's door, hands full, J'zat kicked lightly at it instead. "AWLM J'zat here with lunch sir!"