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voidtreckerexpress2019-08-08 10:42 pm
tinkerheart) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-08-08 10:42 pm
Behold! The supremacy of elvish cuisine cannot to be contested!
Who: Feanor and OTA.
Where: The Kitchn.
When: Post 19, in the literal dead of the night.
What: The Great Voidtracker Bake-out aka Feanor trying to lure out his son to eat.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that an elf in possession of small children, must from time to time resort to bribery.
Said need usually arose when either he or Nerdanel wanted to have some actual work done. That meant that one of them had to sufficiently occupy their incredibly curious and extremely energetic sons so that the other could relish in the pure miracle of Uninterrupted Time To Concentrate. Not an easy feat to accomplish.
It was in times like those, that Feanor had acquired several skills that had nothing to do with metalwork or jewels or clever mechanisms but a lot with taming little critters that revel in getting into all sorts of trouble and ask an inordinate amount of questions.
Feanor can't decide if his good memories aren't actually more painful than the bad ones.
That's why he actively chooses for his culinary experiments the hours where all others are long asleep. He doesn't need to sleep himself. He's been idle for far too long and the last thing he needs is more occasions to dwell on his past.
A thorough search of the storage carriage and the kitchen area itself revealed that there is not a single lemon or orange in the whole train so he had to make do with the second-best option.
Almonds. Nobody can resist his almond tart.
That might ... or might not result in people on the train other than the intended recipient very much interested in the results of his experiments.
Where: The Kitchn.
When: Post 19, in the literal dead of the night.
What: The Great Voidtracker Bake-out aka Feanor trying to lure out his son to eat.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that an elf in possession of small children, must from time to time resort to bribery.
Said need usually arose when either he or Nerdanel wanted to have some actual work done. That meant that one of them had to sufficiently occupy their incredibly curious and extremely energetic sons so that the other could relish in the pure miracle of Uninterrupted Time To Concentrate. Not an easy feat to accomplish.
It was in times like those, that Feanor had acquired several skills that had nothing to do with metalwork or jewels or clever mechanisms but a lot with taming little critters that revel in getting into all sorts of trouble and ask an inordinate amount of questions.
Feanor can't decide if his good memories aren't actually more painful than the bad ones.
That's why he actively chooses for his culinary experiments the hours where all others are long asleep. He doesn't need to sleep himself. He's been idle for far too long and the last thing he needs is more occasions to dwell on his past.
A thorough search of the storage carriage and the kitchen area itself revealed that there is not a single lemon or orange in the whole train so he had to make do with the second-best option.
Almonds. Nobody can resist his almond tart.
That might ... or might not result in people on the train other than the intended recipient very much interested in the results of his experiments.
no subject
Anyway, the whole reason she's here is to get a glass of water, so she heads over to the mug cabinet now to continue her mission despite any glaring and imaginary cake violence that may or may not be going on.