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voidtreckerexpress2020-02-06 04:27 am
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What's Cooking If You're Looking - OTA
Who: Khary and anyone who comes by while he's cooking
What: This month is a chore he can actually DO!!
Where: The kitchen and dining area in the dining coach.
When: on and off throughout the month
Warnings: He's from an Anne Bishop series, so potentially CW: all, though I don't think much will actually come up in this log.
Cooking was not only a chore he could do, but one he genuinely enjoyed. Like the rest of the boyos in the First Circle, he learned how to cook as a matter of self defense. No one who wanted to survive let Jaenelle anywhere near the kitchen, and it generally wasn't a good idea to be honest with Karla about how something tastes when she is near to so many knives. Besides, as one of the Boyos who wound up married, he found he enjoyed cooking for his wife. It was one of the few ways he was allowed to pamper her sometimes. Three nights a month, at least, he was allowed to fuss. The cook got a long weekend, whenever it fell out, and he cooked and plumped pillows and tucked her in and smiled when she snarled at him.
But the rest of the time he didn't get to cook much. His food was good, but they hired a cook for a reason. Well, more than to keep his lovely wife from realizing just how many ways there were to blow them all up. It was because frankly neither of them had time to cook all that often. He grew up with servants because he was born Aristo. But he had them now because he had too many other duties. Really, he was impressed how long Cassidy had gone on being Queen and doing chores at the same time before her First Circle put their collective foot down. Impressed and horrified. But then, they were all new to serving, so he cut them some slack.
But here he had no Steward and Queen to review papers with. He had no men to command, he had no youngsters to train. He had, and this nearly killed him, no horses to train. He had, even worse, no wife and daughter to fuss over. No females to fuss over at all so far. None that he'd formed a bond with, anyway. He didn't have finances for the Court to help the Queen juggle. He didn't have tactics to hash out with the Master Of The Guard. Most of what filled his days and nights was just... gone here. He couldn't swing by and train with Lucivar, or pester the High Lord at the Keep. He couldn't laugh with his friends when one of Karla's spells went awry or help Ladvarian with the puppies.
So he was cooking. And grateful to have something he could do, and do well, to serve. He made different dishes from one night to the next, but nearly half the dishes were wildwood stew. Or rather, a version made with whatever he could find in the stores here. He also made mixed drinks and laced coffees for anyone old enough who wanted to imbibe. And when he chose, he could have the seeming of one used to tending bar and listening to people's stories while he fiddled with new creations. He was always willing to listen or joke around. But he had zero tolerance for anyone harassing or badmouthing any female for any reason. It was one of his very few buttons. Thankfully, he didn't have reason to think anyone would do any such thing here. But if they did.... Well it was a right to defend. And the first law isn't obedience. The first law is to protect....
What: This month is a chore he can actually DO!!
Where: The kitchen and dining area in the dining coach.
When: on and off throughout the month
Warnings: He's from an Anne Bishop series, so potentially CW: all, though I don't think much will actually come up in this log.
Cooking was not only a chore he could do, but one he genuinely enjoyed. Like the rest of the boyos in the First Circle, he learned how to cook as a matter of self defense. No one who wanted to survive let Jaenelle anywhere near the kitchen, and it generally wasn't a good idea to be honest with Karla about how something tastes when she is near to so many knives. Besides, as one of the Boyos who wound up married, he found he enjoyed cooking for his wife. It was one of the few ways he was allowed to pamper her sometimes. Three nights a month, at least, he was allowed to fuss. The cook got a long weekend, whenever it fell out, and he cooked and plumped pillows and tucked her in and smiled when she snarled at him.
But the rest of the time he didn't get to cook much. His food was good, but they hired a cook for a reason. Well, more than to keep his lovely wife from realizing just how many ways there were to blow them all up. It was because frankly neither of them had time to cook all that often. He grew up with servants because he was born Aristo. But he had them now because he had too many other duties. Really, he was impressed how long Cassidy had gone on being Queen and doing chores at the same time before her First Circle put their collective foot down. Impressed and horrified. But then, they were all new to serving, so he cut them some slack.
But here he had no Steward and Queen to review papers with. He had no men to command, he had no youngsters to train. He had, and this nearly killed him, no horses to train. He had, even worse, no wife and daughter to fuss over. No females to fuss over at all so far. None that he'd formed a bond with, anyway. He didn't have finances for the Court to help the Queen juggle. He didn't have tactics to hash out with the Master Of The Guard. Most of what filled his days and nights was just... gone here. He couldn't swing by and train with Lucivar, or pester the High Lord at the Keep. He couldn't laugh with his friends when one of Karla's spells went awry or help Ladvarian with the puppies.
So he was cooking. And grateful to have something he could do, and do well, to serve. He made different dishes from one night to the next, but nearly half the dishes were wildwood stew. Or rather, a version made with whatever he could find in the stores here. He also made mixed drinks and laced coffees for anyone old enough who wanted to imbibe. And when he chose, he could have the seeming of one used to tending bar and listening to people's stories while he fiddled with new creations. He was always willing to listen or joke around. But he had zero tolerance for anyone harassing or badmouthing any female for any reason. It was one of his very few buttons. Thankfully, he didn't have reason to think anyone would do any such thing here. But if they did.... Well it was a right to defend. And the first law isn't obedience. The first law is to protect....
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