Previously:
Lunch for the Builders
Meeting the Builders
Ashan 41, Arc 721
On the 41st of Ashan, Devin Thorn, masterful bard, medical genius in progress and newly appointed Baron (Somehow, he had ended up with the job even though he’d just wanted Alyssia to have it!), was standing in the kitchen of his house in Scalvoris Town, deep in thought.
Saoire’s builders would pay him another visit this trial in order to discuss questions of interior design and such. This time, they would meet in the afternoon, which meant that he wouldn’t be able to make lunch or dinner for them because you didn’t eat those meals in the afternoon.
He really wanted to prepare a meal for them again though because Saoire was his second-favourite Immortal!
After he had thought about it for a bit, he decided on some sort of desert. When the meeting would take place, it would be almost five o’clock. Five o’clock was tea time, and what did you usually eat with tea?
Something sweet!
The Cadouri had seemed to have liked his glowing breaded chicken that he had served them during their first meeting, so he would make something nice and colourful again, and he had just had an absolutely fantastic idea that would be a whole lot of fun!
Doing a little twirl because he was just so very excited, the young Mortalborn opened one of his cupboards, removed a cookbook from it and leafed through it – because he wasn’t sure how exactly you went about making the main ingredient for what he had in mind. A moment later, he assembled the various ingredients and tools on the kitchen table.
“This is going to be great!” he decided as he poured cream into a large bowl, added sugar and vanilla to it and started to whisk the mixture vigorously – because he was making whipped cream. As the bits passed, his excitement started to dwindle rapidly though – because the contents of his bowl refused to even remotely resemble whipped cream!
Muttering something under his breath, he checked the recipe again, frowned as he noticed a particular detail and continued to whisk … and whisk … and whisk … and whisk!
After half a break, he finally had something halfway presentable, but his hands started to hurt, so he abruptly left the kitchen, walked into the living room, plopped down on his couch, put his feet on the table and lit a cigar (a very luxurious one from Rharne) because he really needed one right now.
He would, he decided, as he took a deep drag, invent super-fast whipped cream because nobody should ever have to spend half a break of grueling work on something like that. It was just unacceptable!
Lunch for the Builders
Meeting the Builders
Ashan 41, Arc 721
On the 41st of Ashan, Devin Thorn, masterful bard, medical genius in progress and newly appointed Baron (Somehow, he had ended up with the job even though he’d just wanted Alyssia to have it!), was standing in the kitchen of his house in Scalvoris Town, deep in thought.
Saoire’s builders would pay him another visit this trial in order to discuss questions of interior design and such. This time, they would meet in the afternoon, which meant that he wouldn’t be able to make lunch or dinner for them because you didn’t eat those meals in the afternoon.
He really wanted to prepare a meal for them again though because Saoire was his second-favourite Immortal!
After he had thought about it for a bit, he decided on some sort of desert. When the meeting would take place, it would be almost five o’clock. Five o’clock was tea time, and what did you usually eat with tea?
Something sweet!
The Cadouri had seemed to have liked his glowing breaded chicken that he had served them during their first meeting, so he would make something nice and colourful again, and he had just had an absolutely fantastic idea that would be a whole lot of fun!
Doing a little twirl because he was just so very excited, the young Mortalborn opened one of his cupboards, removed a cookbook from it and leafed through it – because he wasn’t sure how exactly you went about making the main ingredient for what he had in mind. A moment later, he assembled the various ingredients and tools on the kitchen table.
“This is going to be great!” he decided as he poured cream into a large bowl, added sugar and vanilla to it and started to whisk the mixture vigorously – because he was making whipped cream. As the bits passed, his excitement started to dwindle rapidly though – because the contents of his bowl refused to even remotely resemble whipped cream!
Muttering something under his breath, he checked the recipe again, frowned as he noticed a particular detail and continued to whisk … and whisk … and whisk … and whisk!
After half a break, he finally had something halfway presentable, but his hands started to hurt, so he abruptly left the kitchen, walked into the living room, plopped down on his couch, put his feet on the table and lit a cigar (a very luxurious one from Rharne) because he really needed one right now.
He would, he decided, as he took a deep drag, invent super-fast whipped cream because nobody should ever have to spend half a break of grueling work on something like that. It was just unacceptable!