A Guesseroo.

[jack]

Come on, V'linMine. A mouthful of tunic and an odd energy to his step, the pale Blue bulldosed his way through the weyr, dragging along a wide-eyed brunette who was too confused to fully comprehend what the deal was.
"Socordiath.." He mumbled, wincing as the dragonet took a corner and yanked him forcibly around it, "Wh-where are we going..?"

To solve the clue, of course. Giving His a look as though his answer were the most obvious thing in the world. The Blue, while he didn't bother to do most things--napping was a far superior idea--had his mind set on this scavenger hunt. Even if his Mine didn't seem to care for it--and in fact seemed reluctant to join in--Socordiath wasn't about to let him pass by a chance to make new friends. So up the halls to where the Sr. Weyrlings lived he went, following the map that B'rak--after a few conversations through Shoth--had delivered to the Blue.

"W-wait...how do you even know where we're going?"
Shoth's Mine. He explained, pausing at the first, then the second doorway, ....oh. Here it is!
The Blue put the brakes on and turned into the weyr, still dragging V'lin.
"We can't be in here, Socordiath! This...we don't even know who lives here."
Valleth does, mine!

With his one-track mind in set, the Blue dragged V'lin over to the trash can, staring at it. In there.
The brunette stared as well...but realizing the Blue wouldn't let him give up...gave a long sigh and reached in...

[kyrillion]

You find a bag containing the missing forks at the bottom of the trash can, and underneath it another clue. It reads:

Tired of limericks
So I'm trying a haiku
Go where daddy sits!

After reading the note, you realize that some of L'ven's notes are missing. Better follow the clue to find them.

[jack]

V'lin lifted the forks with a blink, glancing at the silverware curiously. He handed the bag to Socordiath, who gave a victorious smile, and then scooped up the note from the bottom, opening it slowly.

"...I wonder whose daddy." The boy mumbled aloud, pocketing the note after a moment, 'Well...I..I guess we should return these forks."

Socordiath nodded, proud of his victory, and began to leave, V'lin quick on his heels. They returned the forks, bowing away from grateful cooks, and returned to their weyr, V'lin with a noticeable spring in his step. Socordiath's eyes whirled happily as they curled up for a nap. His plan had gone wonderfully.