Egret, Day 26 | Kitchen | Open

[laurefindil]

[As someone with a LOT of butchering experience, Glorfindel is in the kitchen, ready with sharp knives to disassemble boars and/or to teach anyone who wants to learn, how to dress meat. Feel free to come chat with him and marvel at his 5000 years of experience cutting things up.]

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[laurefindil]

"Noooo, do not let him wipe the floor with us!" Glorfindel protested. "I am too pretty to be used as a mop! I will get wrinkly hands!"

He flipped the spatula around and poked at the soft belly of the sponge-monster. "Take that!" Then he promptly ducked behind Curufin. "Ha! I got him a good one, I saw fluid gush out. Let us wring him dry!"

"We don't have a platoon of Elves, whatever shall we do?" He sobbed onto the shoulder he was now peaking at the sponge over.

[so_dark_a_road]

"We are both too pretty to be used as mops!" wailed Curufin, waving his spoon threateningly at the sponge. "You shall not give my friend Glorfindel wrinkly fingers! I will die before i see that happen."

Then he cheered as Glorfinel stabbed the dreadful sponge with his spatula. "Sponge of Doom, prepare to meet your doom!" He made the sponge cringe and flop, and then rear its spongy head again, threateningly.

He turned to the other Elf and spoke words both encouraging and inciting. "A new day dawns! We may not have a full platoon of Elves, let alone a company, but we shall stand up to the terrible spells and threats of this evil being. We shall fight and regain the kitchen and drive this kitchen sink demon from our domain!"

And he lunged at the sponge with his spoon. The sponge screeched and cursed, but it backed up, clutching at its middle.

[laurefindil]

"We are not mop heads," Glorfindel agreed.

"Watch out, I think it might retaliate! Cover your eyes!" Glorfindel said, as he ducked behind Curufin again, so the Sponge could not squirt him. "Hit it again, it frightens me!"

Really, he was laughing so hard that the honest truth was, he couldn't stand up straight.

[so_dark_a_road]

Speak for yourself, Glorfindel. Curufin is a mop head. "We are not mop heads! We are fine examples of Elvish courage and nobility, two Elves standing upon a soapy kitchen floor magnificent mountainside, our magnificent hair streaming in the wind."

When Glorfindel ducked behind Curufn again, Curufin raised his deadly spoon again and struck at the sponge. He bonked it on the head, and it fell squealing and cursing onto the floor. It landed with a splat!

Curufin was having the same problem as Glorfindel was; he was laughing so hard that he could barely wield the spoon. But he managed to swat the sponge one more time. "Take that, you wicked creature! Go to your grave regretting that ever you attacked the guardians of the Voidtrecker kitchen!"