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"Honestly, I've never heard of that name before." Ramek said as he started walking around. He looked for a supplies closet to start his part of helping. After hearing about the new bartenders and Enta, he knew he had to do his part with the Inn. "Sol, I know that Enta cleans around the place, but since he's been getting sick I'll take over. Anything I need to know? Materials and places to clean?" He also noticed that Kristen asked about his occurring nightmares. "It's just that I've been having these nightmares ever since pops, the person who raised me, was killed. They haven't gone away yet."

Osiris looked at Aaron, who shrugged, and accepted the keys.
"Thank you." He said, placing them in the folds of his midnight duster. his gaze returned to the bar, and Osiris moved in closer to his companion.
"I will go looking for work after we have eaten." Aaron told him. "You check the rooms, and make yourself comfortable. Can you stay out of trouble that long?" Aaron seemed doubtful, but Osiris perked up.
"There's lots of people here. I'll find someone who wants to talk." The boy tried to reasure Aaron. Aaron, still did not seem convinced, but he said no more on the subject. Osiris could tell the man was receding into his mind, probly to meditate on his next action. The young man stood up and began wandering the main room, becoming more aquainted with its nooks and crannys in order to curve his boredom.

Ramek saw Enta coming down the stairs. He gave a quick wave and continued to the basement. He grabbed all the cleaning supplies he needed and headed back into the main room. He started off dusting everything and fixing up the chairs and couches that were out of place or looked messed up. He put in the back of his head to grab the aspirin later for his headache. "Thanks Sol."

"Um, glad to help, I guess," Sosol replied, wondering why Ramek was thanking him for making him clean. He looked to Aaron, who had settled near his usual station (now occupied by Devyn, apparently). "You were hoping for a meal? Any preference...? I'm not an amazing cook -- that's more Gren's thing -- but I'm not terrible."

"Sheik...you may call me Kristen," she answered with a grin, noticing the kid's glance toward Sosol. "You are interested in my brother...?" The two were in no way related, and didn't even look alike, but the name was stuck.

Tyler walked downstairs, empty bag over his shoulder. He stopped, though, noticing Enta downstairs and an apparently lack of Felix. "Hey...you feeling better?"

(He probably saw Remy. Remy's just kind of around.)

Remy waved lazily, erasing a stray line.

Enta blinked blearily up at Tyler before smiling softly. "I-I'm fine. I just needed something to eat..." He looked to Sosol then back to Tyler, "D-do you... Maybe want to have a snack with me?" He asked shyly.

"Your appetite's coming back...that's good," Tyler commented before hearing Enta's question. He glanced down to his empty bag...with all the trouble that was brewing, it would be his last chance for weeks...but...

"I think I have time for a snack," he said. "Pick a table."

Sosol gave a gentle smile at Tyler and Enta, humming in thought as he vanished back into the kitchen. Something simple, but substantial...there had to be...

Aaron nodded to the person who had asked him about food.
"whatever you feel most comfortable with making. Osiris and I are not real picky, and I would hate to be a bother of some sort." He said. He turned to watch Osiris wander the room. "However I wouldn't ask Osiris directly, because he will come up with something impossible, and improbible for you to make. Whatever you can offer is fine. May I ask for introductions. I feel a bit out of place with all these people wandering around who know eachother.
(I did read bio's but I'm horrible with b names)