She'd been tasked with the stew, and if she had to say so herself, it was going to be a marvelous stew indeed. One of the best she had ever made, one of the best to ever be served to the people of the Weyr. She'd lovingly butchered the meat, rolled the cubes in flour by hand, and dutifully browned the pieces before broiling them in one of the stone ovens. Granted, she'd been accused of taking her time with it, time that had been seen as wasted, but upon tasting the broth and seeing the process, the Headwoman had actually praised her, though suggested next time she maybe reconsider.
She had wanted to snap, Vex had, because great dishes did not just get rushed like this. You took your time with them, you put your heart and your soul into them. But she knew better than to get on the woman's bad side, not when she was waiting for her newest Assistant to be brought in. Fucker couldn't get here fast enough as far as Vex was concerned, while everyone else seemed to think a little patience was what was needed on the matter. But Vex, no... Vex saw what was really happening - the Headwoman was nervous and rattled without the extra set of hands, and why wouldn't she be?
But what did she know, she was just some cook who "took too long doing what she was in the kitchens for". She snorted as she leaned against the wall of the lower caverns, staring into the night sky, wondering if she could stay there for just a moment longer or if they'd come drag her back inside for taking too long with her break. Deciding not to try her luck or chance shit, she poured out the rest of her klah, which had gone cold, and drug herself back inside.
And there she found the form, hunched over her pots, trying to steal from her stew, stew that she wasn't ready to give to the Weyr yet because she felt it wasn't ready. If it wasn't for her lack of height, she might have gone in there and smacked them upside the head. But as it was, she couldn't even reach that far up with a stool, and she wasn't about to demean herself for something that would have been that satisfying in the end.
Which made her even more angry and upset than it really should have. So instead of being able to smack, she grabbed the back of the tunic, and tugged as hard as she could without ripping, simply holding on tight and finding herself at a loss for words. Why the fuck was she unable to speak over stew of all things? She couldn't figure it out, and when she was finally able to pull her tongue from her throat, the words were hissed through her teeth. "Who gave you the right to come into my kitchens and eat my stew?"
Her kitchens. Her stew. Faranth, the Headwoman wasn't going to be happy with her when she found out about this. Vex might as well stick her head between her legs and kiss her own ass goodbye because her position in the kitchens would be dissolved after this!