[open] come along for food

[isaz]

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.

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 ♥ ]

Comments

[resistivity]

( it isn't the message that draws him in. it's the spice. the smell in the air, wafting through the temple. it reminds him of something his mother used to make, some little slice of fire nation cuisine. he drifts in and then stops at the kitchen threshold. whatever or whoever he was expecting to find, it wasn't boreas. )

Oh. Uh... hi.

( he'd thought, for a moment...

but no. instead, he nods politely. mako isn't the most. naturally friendly person on the planet, but growing up with bolin has meant he can change hats if he needs to. )

Whatever you're cooking smells amazing. Something from home?

[purrtagonist]

[holy shit that smells amazing. er. . . what little of it Akira can smell through his congestion, anyway]

Whoa. . .

That's almost the fanciest meal I've ever seen.

[not quite as fancy as some of the meals at the Wilton, but close]

[p_mortem]

[ There's really no reason for Minato to be in the kitchen, seeing as he can't cook, and hasn't had much of an appetite ever since he came here, but kitchens are warm with lit stoves and cooking food, and when he reads the notice pointing him towards the kitchen, he figures he can take advantage of the conversational atmosphere.

Rather than going for the meat, he has his cup of coffee he holds in both hands, balanced on his knees where he sits on a stool he's pulled to one corner of the room. He only takes a drink from it occasionally— its job is to warm his hands, rather than to quench thirst, and he lifts the cup every time he accidentally makes eye contact with somebody.

He's here to eavesdrop, to be honest. Over time, the stool gets dragged just a little closer to wherever Boreas is talking with somebody, so Minato can listen in on stories of people's homes too. He thinks he's being subtle. (He's not really subtle.) ]

[invasif]

[ She is more interested in this food than some of the other fare provided. This reminds her of the palace, of banquets at the side of the king. He had liked hunted game, and demanded it be plentiful at his table. After his death, she had been much more austere and enforced it at her table as a symbol of their mourning for him. No one here will care about that. No one will look at her black dress and black cloak and think she is a young queen in mourning for the man who raised her. She'll wear that black until she dies.

There's a nostalgia to the smell of game, spices, fruit, and something... more. She realizes with a pang that it's hunger, overwhelming and roiling. She hasn't eaten in hundreds of years.

Bewilderment crosses her features at what her body feels in reawakening to this need. She slumps rather gracelessly into a chair, a hand at her forehead. ]

Pardon me... I did not realize how hungry I was, until this moment.

[sunborne]

Oh...

[ oh...

oh!

something smells good...!

though he's supposed to be in 'the quarantine zone' - aka his bedroom, with more makeshift pillows and blankets and covers than he knows what to do with - for his sake, daylight’s need to stimulate himself trumps meddy's 'executive medical orders' to hide from anyone who could potentially get him sick. when the coast is clear and he's sure meddy is doing one of their rounds around the temple, daylight quickly sneaks out of his rooms to find something to do.

he didn’t see the message delivered to his device when scurrying down the corridors. too busy trying to avoid a chance of running-in with meddy and/or see what he can do before he gets shooed back to his rooms. but he does catch the smell of something great in the kitchens when he passes by.

it's enticing enough to have him poke his head in, zeroing in on whoever is the source of that great smelling, er, smell. hmm- he doesn't think he's seen them before. are they one of the new folks who joined the temple...? ]

Hi there, mister! [ he tugs his sheet up to get a better look at the chef, revealing a silver faceplate that's crowned by a helm of red and gold. wide and bright blue optics peer at the new face, hopeful yet a little nervous. he distinctly remembers auntie saralyn getting annoyed if she was bothered during cooking. ] Um… I'm not bothering you, am I?

[tranquilforest]

[It's only after she gets to the kitchen anyway that she connects the message she had received over the device with the carcass being dressed on the table and the new, unfamiliar person standing there. Her original intent had just been to come for some water or broth since she had been feeling oddly poorly for about a week, but her curiosity gets the better of her.]

Honored sir. [She greets him with a graceful, though infinitesimally wobbly, curtsy. The smells are appetizing, but in her current state she doesn't have very much of an appetite.] This is a very impressive catch. It is good to see you had a successful hunt.

[bleps]

I have no need for food, but I can take a piece to bring back to someone feeling under the weather, if you don’t mind.

[The declaration comes from the android nearby, LED circling lightly on his temple as he watches the preparation of the food. Tries to identify just what kind of animal it is, comes up short of anything other than a strange fusion of a creature. But others have taken some without complaint; have even commented on its favorable taste.

Why not?]

You just want to know something about where I’m from, right?