[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

[isaz]

[ Boreas glances at her as she comes in, blinking as he takes in her features - an older woman, which is rare from what he's seen around the temple. There is an awfully large amount of children here, which has him naturally concerned about how they're supposed to function if they are to go to another world. Kids have less experience and are prone to making mistakes. This he knows; he was once one.

Though... he contemplates greeting her, but she speaks first. What he does not expect is the formality of her greeting, and it makes him pause for a second. ]

Thank you. You don't need to be so polite, it's fine.

[ Maybe it's the years and years of intimidation that's at work again, a habit that ingrains itself into his manner even when he consciously tries to dispel it. He's not exactly opposed to being addressed like that, but it goes against one of the rules that he's set for himself back home.

< I will become a Lord of Dragons, never a Lord of Man. >

After all, hasn't he slain Lords of Men and denounced their pride before their corpses?

He keeps his tone even - serious, but not hostile; a trademark of a blunt personality. ]

Would you like some?

[tranquilforest]

[Why is everyone so informal around here She nods an acknowledgement and straightens up to look at him, tilting her head a little in curiosity as she surveys his set-up in the kitchen.]

What is it that you're preparing - ? [She trails off, and then smiles half to herself, shaking her head.] I'm afraid I don't know how to refer to you.

[isaz]

[ Because they're all fun people, duh! ]

You can call me the Wintersmith. Though, this place has sapped me of my wintering magic.

[ They're all deprived of their abilities here. They're mundane, which is why he sees no reason to lord over anyone else. ]

I don't know what you call this animal that lives here [ he gestures to the carcass ] but I'm cooking it with dragonsbreath berry dressing.

[tranquilforest]

[How is this fancy-ass sounding title less formal???

She looks intrigued more by the cooking methods than the dish itself, her eyes lighting with curiosity.]

Dragonsbreath berries? Were you able to find plants from your home growing in the forest here?

[isaz]

[ Because it is his only title.

Well, the only one that truly matters. The name of the mask that he wears, and will continue to until the day he dies. ]

I had some with me. I figured I should use it while they are still fresh. I intend to plant the pits as well.

[ They kept for a long time back in Isaz, but this place is much warmer and humid compared to the icy mountains. ]

[tranquilforest]

It's somewhat of a shame that you've arrived now, while things are in such disarray. In the past, plants I brought from my home and elsewhere have flourished here in the Temple, but it seems that is no longer the case.

[Her own thoughts are trending somewhat towards the weather, but it's getting more difficult for her to stay focused these days...]

What is the climate like back in your home? How are you adjusting?

[isaz]

[ If that is no longer the case, then someone must step up to fulfil that lost duty. The question is who. ]

I come from a land of eternal winter. This place is warm, in comparison.

[ He's not sweating, and his unique composition allows him to cope.... but it's Different. ]

[tranquilforest]

Eternal winter... [She's going to shiver a little just thinking about that - or was that the illness?] I suppose it must be a big change. I have yet to experience winter in this place at all.

[isaz]

It can be beneficial for those with more delicate constitutions. I wouldn't bring my home's winter here, either.

[ Death by frostbite and burial in snowfall isn't rare or unheard of. ]