[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]

[ Even if she did show her intent, he wouldn't be afraid to voice it. Honesty has always been how he's done things; there's no reason to deviate from that now. ]

It is simply my new state of existence. Trouble as it does, I must adapt to it.

[invasif]

[ A wan smile. That wasn't exactly what she asked, but she's not going to correct the sentiment either. ]

Yes, we must. I hope we will be friends in that, Wintersmith.

[ She intends that in the most courtly way possible; not like she expects him to have a sleepover. ]

[isaz]

I'm sure we will.

[ There isn't much to gain out of enmity, either. He's been called out on being abrasive towards strangers before, so he's mellowed out since then.

Though, he moves to pull out the roasting tray from the oven now - while they were talking, the meat has plenty changed colour and should be ready to eat. He plates it with the care of someone both experienced and intensely focused before setting it down in front of her along with the appropriate utensils. ]

Let me know if you need anything else.

[invasif]

Thank you.

[ She stares at the food, obvious hunger on her face, but she's afraid if she doesn't move slowly she will swallow it whole. She takes another sip of water, her lips compressed tightly around the cup, and frowning at the food. It takes her time to begin to cut it apart and put it into her mouth, and her hands shake while she does it. If nothing else, it illustrates she values control over herself quite highly.

She sits back before she can become too engrossed in the food, offering softly, ]

I find it strange to meet a lord who cooks. Is that your custom?

[isaz]

[ Boreas studies her as she eats. There's a lot that speaks from her manner, the battle between one's wits and one's hunger - it draws a great deal of questions. Where this woman comes from, how did she come to be in such a state.

Of course, it's not his place to ask questions, so he contents himself with just observing. ]

Yes and no. [ He was expecting this question. Isaz is a country poor in resource and harsh in environment, so he's never really considered himself above the civilians' station. ] I am a lord of dragonkind. That is a title that they bestowed on me. I am not a lord of man. I lead them, but I am not royalty. I came from the same roots as them.

[ A civilian. This he will remain, to his oath of living like them, because there's no reason for a lord to feast while his people starved.

And it's an oath that he's carved with the blood of the previous king. ]

My homeland is one of harsh environs. I do what I can to help my people live easier.

[ Which... includes cooking, yes. One must feed one's compatriots, those who are bound to mortal existence and are thus susceptible to starvation. ]

[invasif]

[ She was much the same. A war orphan who had found a strange way upwards. She had never cared much for others, however. She had seen too many die to want to attach herself to them. By the time she was queen, all she had wanted was power. And quiet. ]

That is kind of you. While I enjoyed tending a garden to supply fresh fruit and vegetable, I never did take to cooking.

[isaz]

To each their own, [ he says as a blanket statement. Different people have different interests. He's not going to judge her for what she chooses.

Though... ]

There is a garden here, if I recall. You may be interested in it. It was tended but still needs attention.

[invasif]

[ She smiles at him, it's a wan sort of thing. Almost like she's doing it against her will. ]

That would be nice, to garden again.

[ Or maybe there was just too much sorrow mixed in for the smile to feel quite right. ]