Cookin' Up Trouble
"Why do I cook? Have you never learned of the world through the food you taste; tasted pride when a dish is pleasing? That is why I do it."
Rhy'Din never failed to surprise him in some way or other.
There were always some things that remained constants; that was agiven. However, ten years after landing on Rhy'Din's shores and he still finds surprises. Some of them not so pleasant and others extremely pleasant.
Like all that talk of a cook-off.
His mouth watered at the mere thought of it.
In the dead of night, when the Red Dragon was at its least intensive, Renne crept into the kitchen. He'd either caught or found his own ingredients from wherever and whenever he could get them, so there was no need to venture back out yet.
Right now, he just had to secure the kitchen.
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The kitchen of the Red Dragon Inn had been decisively taken over without any military action or casualties. This, to Renne, was pleasing as he scurried about a now sterile environment, adorned in all of his Piratey garb. He was on a spree, cooking up chaos in there and while he was at it, battling evil, imaginary pirates who didn't loot properly.
You were supposed to ask first. Then loot.
The pots simmered. The pans sizzled. Cutlery clinked and the occasional clang-bang of something dropped might easily have been heard to those in the vicinity. The smells had started off as they always do in kitchens -- subtle, faint at first but they steadily grew in intensity.
Mock cutlass-swing. Ask first. Then plunder!
Simmer and boil.
It was dawn soon enough and he was still at it. The imaginary pirates who didn't ask before looting were defeated. One by one, the imaginary pirates were sent to the imaginary brig.
And one by one, Renne produced a growing feast.
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Cookin' Up Trouble is in response to the Taste of Rhy'Din thread. The live play event bits will likely be impossible for the Mun to attend, but the things Renne contributes will be described here.
Sorry if I'm a little late!
"Why do I cook? Have you never learned of the world through the food you taste; tasted pride when a dish is pleasing? That is why I do it."
Rhy'Din never failed to surprise him in some way or other.
There were always some things that remained constants; that was agiven. However, ten years after landing on Rhy'Din's shores and he still finds surprises. Some of them not so pleasant and others extremely pleasant.
Like all that talk of a cook-off.
His mouth watered at the mere thought of it.
In the dead of night, when the Red Dragon was at its least intensive, Renne crept into the kitchen. He'd either caught or found his own ingredients from wherever and whenever he could get them, so there was no need to venture back out yet.
Right now, he just had to secure the kitchen.
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The kitchen of the Red Dragon Inn had been decisively taken over without any military action or casualties. This, to Renne, was pleasing as he scurried about a now sterile environment, adorned in all of his Piratey garb. He was on a spree, cooking up chaos in there and while he was at it, battling evil, imaginary pirates who didn't loot properly.
You were supposed to ask first. Then loot.
The pots simmered. The pans sizzled. Cutlery clinked and the occasional clang-bang of something dropped might easily have been heard to those in the vicinity. The smells had started off as they always do in kitchens -- subtle, faint at first but they steadily grew in intensity.
Mock cutlass-swing. Ask first. Then plunder!
Simmer and boil.
It was dawn soon enough and he was still at it. The imaginary pirates who didn't ask before looting were defeated. One by one, the imaginary pirates were sent to the imaginary brig.
And one by one, Renne produced a growing feast.
~<>~
Cookin' Up Trouble is in response to the Taste of Rhy'Din thread. The live play event bits will likely be impossible for the Mun to attend, but the things Renne contributes will be described here.
Sorry if I'm a little late!