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acatalepsy_logs2018-09-09 11:51 pm
isaz) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2018-09-09 11:51 pm
[open] come along for food
Who: Boreas and you!
Where: Kitchen
When: Lunchtime, early part of sick week 1
Rating: Nothing spicy here except food, maybe
What: Grumpy dragon dad cooks.
[ True to his message, Boreas can be found inside the Temple's rudimentary kitchen. He's cleared out a decent amount of space next to the oven, the carcass of a deer-pigeon fusion animal on the counter with half of the meat sliced off. A rich smell emanates from the brick oven where several cuts of meat are currently cooking - not-quite buttery, carrying notes of spice and zest.
He'll be cooking slices of the deerpigeon as people come, plating them when the juices have completely soaked in. The meat is a bit tough, which he has tried to remedy by cutting slits in the meat in hopes that the residual fat would soften the muscle. What might stand out to others is the manner that it has been seasoned with - the meat is rubbed with butter and some oil to make up for the leanness of the meat, but there is also noticeable amounts of berry paste stuffed into the steak. The texture of the paste is much like pesto, along with how little it has been added, clearly evident that it is meant to serve as seasoning. If one licks a bit of the paste, they'll find that it's the source of the spiciness. It's a strange sort of flavour, but not entirely unpleasant - just unique. Mixed in with the paste are bits of something hard, possibly seeds. Biting them stings, like peppercorns.
Adults may be offered a glass of wine if they look like they need one. Otherwise, feel free to hang out in the kitchen while he cooks his kill. Ask questions, chat with each other, tell him stories while the temple flu isn't too intense.
Occasionally one might see him with his horns replaced by bunny ears. There's probably a reason to it but he's not telling you ]
[ ooc: feel free to tag each other as well! he'll just be around cooking until the meat runs out. if anyone has taste preferences he can try to accommodate them. if you'd like to do wildcards I'm game. hit me up on plurk or via pm ♥ ]
Where: Kitchen
When: Lunchtime, early part of sick week 1
Rating: Nothing spicy here except food, maybe
What: Grumpy dragon dad cooks.
From: Wintersmith
I am roasting something I hunted.
Tell me something about your home and I will give you a piece.
[ True to his message, Boreas can be found inside the Temple's rudimentary kitchen. He's cleared out a decent amount of space next to the oven, the carcass of a deer-pigeon fusion animal on the counter with half of the meat sliced off. A rich smell emanates from the brick oven where several cuts of meat are currently cooking - not-quite buttery, carrying notes of spice and zest.
He'll be cooking slices of the deerpigeon as people come, plating them when the juices have completely soaked in. The meat is a bit tough, which he has tried to remedy by cutting slits in the meat in hopes that the residual fat would soften the muscle. What might stand out to others is the manner that it has been seasoned with - the meat is rubbed with butter and some oil to make up for the leanness of the meat, but there is also noticeable amounts of berry paste stuffed into the steak. The texture of the paste is much like pesto, along with how little it has been added, clearly evident that it is meant to serve as seasoning. If one licks a bit of the paste, they'll find that it's the source of the spiciness. It's a strange sort of flavour, but not entirely unpleasant - just unique. Mixed in with the paste are bits of something hard, possibly seeds. Biting them stings, like peppercorns.
Adults may be offered a glass of wine if they look like they need one. Otherwise, feel free to hang out in the kitchen while he cooks his kill. Ask questions, chat with each other, tell him stories while the temple flu isn't too intense.
Occasionally one might see him with his horns replaced by bunny ears. There's probably a reason to it but he's not telling you ]
[ ooc: feel free to tag each other as well! he'll just be around cooking until the meat runs out. if anyone has taste preferences he can try to accommodate them. if you'd like to do wildcards I'm game. hit me up on plurk or via pm ♥ ]
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Though, he's also aware how that's not the case for other worlds. If anything, it makes him pity those from Mako's world... and feel in part indignant for them. ]
If only one came to this world with me... then you could have met.
[ A shame, really. He purses his lips. ]
To have them hunted to death is a terrible crime. Some survived, i hope?
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( it's a legend now, more than anything. how iroh protected them, and told the world of their demise so no one else would go looking. how they gifted fire lord zuko with a single egg. the dragon sanctuary in the fire nation is home to a few younger ones, but druk was the first one that left sun warrior territory.
also something... occurs to him. they've been talking for a while now, but mako still has no idea who this guy is. so. he holds out his hand. )
Anyway. I'm Mako.
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[ He would help if he could. But he cannot, so the line of his interference is drawn there. ]
You can call me the Wintersmith. A pleasure to meet you, Mako.
[ Boreas takes the offered hand. His handshake is brief but firm; with conviction. ]
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( once the handshake is finished, mako steps back into his own space. he really should be getting back to look after bolin, even though the promise of more storytelling is an awfully good incentive to stay.
but it's mako, and duty wins out over everything else. he sighs a bit. )
Anyway. I should be getting back, my brother's one of the one who's been hit pretty bad by this illness. But I appreciate your taking the time to tell me about the dragons.
\o/
No worries. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help.
[ With that, he folds his arms again, a usual posture for him. They should both get back to their self-assigned tasks ]