Lindsay was a svelte thing, if solidly built. She wasn't a particularly rambunctious eater on the average day. Today, though, she approached the little table in the locker room and attacked it like food was going out of style. It was just the sort of spread she approved of, and if she was going to go back onto the pitch with any kind of energy after such an odd and exhausting period of play then she needed to stuff her face. She was having no problem doing it as she picked over the spread, and had her mouth full by the time Sioni approached her with a new plan. Luckily it didn't involve funny sound effects, or her fellow beater might have ended up with that mouthful of food spewed all over the front of his kit.  She chewed, swallowed, and gave him her full attention. She was willing to listen to and entertain any suggestion he had to offer, because the play out there was just plain brutal. 

It was a solid plan, too – not as crazy and specific as his last one had been, but that has essentially been a bust, anyway. She nodded even as she helped herself to more food, trying to get as much in her as possible as quickly as possible so she'd still have time to get in a good stretch on top of it. She wondered if Shanley would be up for stretching her out – the other girl's bench-flopping exploits didn't give her much hope, but it would only benefit them both. “And what if one of us gets separated?” she asked. “Do you have, um, another.. something in Welsh maybe? Something that we could try shouting if we lose sight of each other,” she suggested. Welsh was good, because she figured it didn't mean anything to anybody else, but she'd know it was Sioni in an instant. Now that she'd been up and flying in these conditions she realized that trying to stay within three yards of anyone or anything was easier said than done. A little extra backup plan couldn't hurt.


we don't realize our faith in the prize unless its been somehow elusive
how swiftly we choose it - the sacred simplicity of you at my side