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Anastasia

Xandra clears her throat, "May we tarry a short time longer? There is a small matter I wish to pursue first."
Look forth. Look at them, my son. The simplest thing brings her happiness, brings them happiness with the creation of memory. How often does the fruit of your trees bring this? How often is this path the path you walk, and how often do you  mourn it is not?
Pausing a moment before you can go on, "I wish to find the recipe of those pastries."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore's face slowly turns into a wide grin.

"Of course, by all means." He says with a gesture.

Anastasia

Thus it's a short trip to the kitchens. Here a human with skin of purest brown-black works, humming away as he fills pastry shells with jam. He has long purple hair to his waist and is tall, over six feet tall and built slender.

"Oh," Not even a look up, "Someone wants my recipe? Well, thank you for the complement," he says. "Who wants it?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"My name is Moore, of Celestia." He introduces himself. "It seems they're quite a sensation."

Anastasia

"Then watch, watch," The chef looks up with a smile, "Watch."

"You must use just the right amount of eggs and vanilla in the pastry. Throw it out if there's a double yolk, throw it out of the vanilla is too little or too much. Remember: Just enough magic to smooth it, not enough to flatten it."

"Jam! The freshest jam only. Let them cool in enchanted ice after heating them with wood flames. No magic, no oil or grass or anything. Wood! Good wood! The best wood."

"No! Never normal oils or fats. Fry them in Peingre Duck Fats, no matter how much it costs. You can't do better. If someone says otherwise, hit them over the head with a jam jar!"

It is a vigorous lecture, the entire process shown to yourself and Xandra. He gestures wildly, going on and on about points, about this and that, every aspect discussed.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore takes copious mental notes during the lecture to ensure he can write the recipe down and the process for it.

"I had no idea cooking could be so involved." He admits.

Anastasia

"Cooking is WAR!" The chef turns, pointing a jam coated mixing spoon at Moore. "A war waged in every mouth the chef feeds!"

Xandra cracks a smile at that, "A war you've won for me."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore holds his hands up defensively with a wide smile.

"I would expect nothing less." He says. "I thank you for sharing the secrets to your battles with me. Hmm, maybe..." He rubs his chin. "Considering this is the house of knowledge, perhaps I can share a recipe with you in trade for this one?"

Anastasia

"Nothing better!" The chef declares, "Show me."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore will write down the recipe he got from the brass dragon at the Silverbrow Consortium, I believe it was a chocolate cake recipe.

http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,104159.405.html

Anastasia

Give me a perform (oratory) check here, purely for giggles. Feel free to play it up if you want.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Take 10 for 100.

Moore clears his throat and takes plenty of time going over each step of the recipe in great detail.

"The most important thing to keep in mind is that fresh is always better than something fabricated. But you know that, I'm sure." He says offhandedly. "No matter what, though, the airiness of this cake is apparently brought on with a bit of magic to spin through it during the baking process which causes it to open up just a bit."

He goes on to describe the exact type of chocolate that was used, pointing out where one is likely able to procure it from.

"Just like the Peingre Duck Fat, you really can't beat this quality." He says. "That confectionery in Balmura comes close, though."

Anastasia

"Brilliant," The chef declares, "Then I'll make that tomorrow for guests, they'll love it. A good recipe!"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"If you're ever in the neighborhood of Lunia, please feel free to stop by Hope's Landing. We'd be happy to trade more recipes." Moore says.

Good to go back home and talk about Definitely Not Going To Shar's Obviously Trapped Horrible Place.

Anastasia

Getting everyone together is easy as...

Go ahead.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?