Jerekan is sitting at the end of his cot, digging through his press. "Jays and wherryfeathers..." He sighs. "Where on /Pern/ did I put it?" He pauses in his searching to glance suspiciously at Kisara's cot. Hrm.

Queryn attempts to pull the blanket even higher about his head, truly not a morning person. With the noise that Jerekan is making, he reluctantly pushes the blanket away and sits up on his cot. "Put what?" He says groggily, rubbing his eyes with the back of a hand.

Jerekan is always a morning person... And smiles brightly at Queryn. "My new beltknife... I'm on tuber peeling duty today..." And he refuses to use any knife other than his own... Bad luck.

Queryn moves the hand formerly rubbing his eyes to the back of his head, scratching through the messed hair to the back of his head. "Have you checked on the floor beside your bed?" He suggests, starting to wake up.

Jerekan rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "Not yet, but... I was /sure/ I put it in here..." And if there's one thing Jerk is, it's stubborn. "I /know/ I put it in here..."

Queryn leans back in a stretch, covering his mouth with a hand as he lets out a massive yawn. "And you've looked all through there?" He asks once he is fully stretched. As he waits for the reply, he swings his legs over to hang off the side of the bed.

Jerekan narrows cobalt-blue eyes as he peers at his press again. "Yeees...." He jumps to his feet suddenly, exclaiming, "I'll bet somebody /stole/ it!" His gaze travels quickly to Queryn, and he grins. "C'mon, let's go."

Dorian has connected.

Queryn stares at Jerekan, confused. "Go where?" He asks, standing up and putting on his tunic. "And until you look beside your cot, I wouldn't assume someone stole it." He bends down, tugging on the boots as he waits for Jerekan's reply to where they're susposed to be going.

Jerekan leans down and peers under his cot. "Nope. Not there." He rises to his feet and heaves an exasperated sigh in Queryn's general direction. "Go? To find the thief!"

"Are you .sure. its not somewhere around your cot?" Queryn asks, reluctant to go accusing other candidates of theivery until all other options are ruled out. "Where did you put it last night before going to sleep?"

Jerekan would never /accuse/ anyone of thievry... Just hint very strongly. "Positive. I put in my press last night, and when I woke up this morning my press was open and it was /gone/!" Gasp.

Queryn walks over towards Jerekan's cot, offering aid in looking around the bed for the missing belt knife. "You put it in there?" He asks, pointing to said press. As he waits for a reply, he goes down onto one knee and looks on the floor under and around Jerekan's cot.

Sprawled out on her cot in the corner, Dori appears to still be sleeping. Or perhaps she's just faking it. One never knows...

Jerekan gives another one of those exasperated sighs. "/Yeeeees/..." He peers at Dorian in the corner, and hrms. "Oh, /Dorian/... You wouldn't happen to have found a beltknife lying around, would you?"

Queryn gets up from his knees, concentration on his face as he searches for the missing beltknife. "May I?" He asks, motioning to the press. He glances over his shoulder, sending Dorian a smile of greeting.

Jerekan rolls his eyes, nodding hurriedly at Queryn. "Yeah, whatever..."

Queryn opens the lid of the press, poking his fingers inside and pushing the various items around. After a few minutes, he shuts the lip, looking at Jerekan, "You're right, it isn't there." He admits with a quiet sigh. He starts straighten up the blankets and pillows on Jerekan's cot, smoothing things out until they are just perfect with his hand. "Now, where do you normally keep your knife when its not in your press?"

Dorian just snores. That's probably a 'no'.

Jerekan watches Queryn without interested, sighing again. "I keep it /with/ me..." Yeah, silly Queryn.

Queryn's eyes flicker to Jerekan, "But .where. on you?" He asks, rolling his eyes slightly. His tongue slips out of his mouth to wet his lips, eyes now flickering towards Jerekan's belt to see if the knife is in the most obvious place.

Jerekan gestures to the spot on his belt where his knife usually hangs. The makeshift sheath is currently vacant.

Queryn raises his hand to scratch his chin thoughtfully. "Could you have placed it anywhere else?" His eyes flicker to the beltpouch, the corner of his lip sucked into his mouth as he chews on it thoughtfully.