Nothing's Changed

[Patrick]

20th of Ashan

Location: The Bronze Boar

The door to the premises swung open with a very hearty man to enter inside, a rather uppity stride made inside towards the bar as the door shut behind him.

"Well I'll be damned." Daveth murmured with a grin as he reached out to greet him, Patrick grasped it firmly with a few jerks in reciprocation. "Look who strolled back into town!"

"Aye," He answered the Ithecal, "Just got back the other day. Now that I'm settled in again, I was hopin' ya still had a spot fer me."

"Always." Daveth answered as he returned to pouring a few drinks. "We need an extra pair of hands in the kitchen tonight especially, got time to jump in there and help out our temporary?"

"We got another temp?"

"Yeah we needed another to help out; business here, like always, has been pretty crazy." Daveth mused as Patrick walked around to grab an apron from the bar.

"Well shit," He responded as folded it then tied it around the waist, "guess I got my work cut out for me." Daveth couldn't help but laugh when he heard that, and once Patrick did the final strap of the knot he tied; he carried himself from the bar to the kitchen area. Like much of the establishment it too sounded loud and busy back here, only it was rather disorganized in a much chaotic fashion.

Compared to what Patrick usually had to deal with on busy days, this had to be by far the most atrociously messy days to be in the kitchen. "Faldrun's ass this is place is a mess, good thing ya got me t' help cover yer shift."

The temporary hire turned from the furnace and sighed some relief, a thinner and younger looking guy with dirty blond hair. "Thank the Seven! We're dealin' with rush break again and I can't keep up." He piped as he focused once more on the food he had cooking.

"Relax, its only midday. Rush break ain't 'til just before sunset." He retorted as he picked up on one of the things the temporary left started. Counters needed a quick wipe down, dishes needed cleaning, orders for food were likely piled up, not to mention the call for refills on certain drinks as well. Luckily this wasn't some local restuarant they were working at, otherwise the temp would be dealing with quite a few complaints in this case.

The first was thing to tackle was the dishes within the washing bin, the sooner those were done then the better in this case. Wouldn't want to finish lunch and supper only to find there weren't plates or utensils to eat with after all. Patrick reached within the water for a washcloth somewhere, buried beneath the dishes no doubt, and in doing so found that the water was mildly warm at best. He shook his head as he could already tell, this would be a long evening shift to come.

[Patrick]

To his dismay Patrick had found the water had cooled too much, hardly the type of water you'd want to wash dishes in anyways. So in an attempt to heat it he placed one of the metallic mugs next to the pit, so that he could heat it up without having to waste too much time waiting. He spent his time being productive as he waited by wiping down the counter top spaces, and then moved on over to check the status of tonight's supper. "Tonight is-"

"Chicken with dumplin's." He interjected before the guy finished.

"Beg pardon?"

"Tonight," He gave a cold glare to the guy, "is chicken. And dumplings." The temp just stood there next to the pot, confused as he hadn't any clue what to be doing. "So pluck the chicken man! The sooner we can cut it up the better!" Upon the urgency he felt the guy dropped the ladle within the boiling pot, and moved over out of his way to go retrieve what Pat insisted. It had been a very long time since Pat had been back here, and he was definitely going to make his transition back easy and worth the effort. Plus he'd been at sea too long as it is, so for once something besides fish definitely sounded better.

He grasped the ladle carefully with a moist washcloth to avoid burning his hand, and rested it on the counter behind him, but not before sampling whatever broth the cook had started with. "Hm. Bland." He murmured as he twisted to look within the cupboard for seasonings. He found the essentials needed for poultry really, parsley and a bit of rosemary for a twang, definitely salt and pepper of course... since the cook couldn't think to have those on hand.

Alright now t' work with the flour. Patrick noted as he turned once more to hefty sack next to the cupboard, the material ripped at corner so he could dip a cup down into it for flour.

Once he had a pile of flour on another space of the counter, he took the mug he had left next to the pit with a washcloth, dipped it into the pot of boiling water and sat it next to the pile. Weren't you using that to heat up the water for dishes? Ri questioned as she flew out from within his pocket to circle him.

Well yeah, just that I need water for the flour too. He quietly responded as Ri'ku dodged the temp once he came running back in, dead chicken dangling in his hands as he set up a sitting area for him to begin plucking. "Nice cock." Patrick commented with a smirk as he still used the washcloth to grab the hot mug, the poor guy looked baffled by the joke Patrick had made.

Really?

What? It's funny. He remarked to the fairy as she fluttered over to possibly watch the plucking, once Patrick used enough of the water so the majority of the pile was damp, he dumped the rest and the mug into the dish bin and resumed tending to the flour. He figured chicken boy would take his sweet time plucking the feathers, so he figured best thing to do now was have the broth prepared soon.

[Patrick]

"Here." Patrick butted in on the temp's plucking job after he finished the broth, and left the guy in charge of getting the rest of dinner together... as well as the dishes. "Wash some potatoes and cut 'em up mate, make sure they're bite sized chunks; we don't want no drunks choking tonight." He instructed once more as he quickly plucked off feathers, each time his pulled Patrick caught feathers between every finger possible, therefore shortening the time that was being taken to clear the plumage from the animal.

With the chicken now bare and free of all its feathers Pat quickly found a free spot with the counters, took a butcher knife from the rack of kitchen ware nearby, and slammed the blade down at the base of the chicken's neck without hesitation. Wow. You don't kid around with that at all. Ri pointed out as she daintily fluttered next to his ear.

Nope! Supper time is comin' and we still gotta wash it clean o' blood.

Blood? When she asked this of course he held the body of the creature over a metal bucket, and merely slid the head within, while blood began to drizzle from the base where he made the fresh cut. Eeeeeeeeew!

Hey, its a cock. I prefer t' play with my own though.

Gross. The fairy gravitated around him to hide the sight of the chicken, all while Patrick merely stood there grinning at the imagery he likely gave her.

"So what's cookin' guys?" Daveth inquired as he slithered in to check on them.

"Got some broth cookin' and we'll have chicken tossed in soon, boil that up with some potatoes and ya got chicken with dumplin's." He told the Ithecal with a wicked grin as the blood drained into the bucket. "Like my cock Daveth? It's all nice and bare just for ya."

"Ha!" Daveth got a good bit of mirth from that. "Back with the old jokes, good that you haven't changed Pat."

"Never plan to!" The bartender enthused as he shook the chicken up and down a few times, he started to grow impatient now that his arm felt tired. Once the blood finally seemed emptied out enough, he rested the carcass back onto the counter, and then went to grab a pail of water separate from the one he used for dumping the blood. With a cutting knife now in place, Patrick used the tip to cut a slit at the belly and skewer the insides out. All which fell into the bloody pail with a wet splash.

Okay. We're close t' gettin' supper done... Finally. He noted with a quick look to the window and the lack of lighting outside, which could only mean that supper time had finally approached them. Didn't really pose too much of an issue since he was halfway done, all that remained was to butcher the chicken and then boil it in with the rest of things. First he had to make sure to remove the bone and to do that he made sure to delicately carve a slice along the spine, and then from there cut off increments of the meat he could use and let them soak within the water pail.

Once this process had been done and he had more than enough meat to throw in the broth, Patrick proceeded to take the pail and move over to the pot. The broth within bubbled as the dumplings and potatoes swirled around, and the sweet aroma of herbs wafted into his nose. Supper was just about ready dammit, and if he was just about as hungry as the rest of the city. Carefully he took each piece of chicken out from the pail, made sure it had been well rinsed, and then dropped them one at a time into the pot. Before too long he and the rest of the establishment would get to enjoy dinner, once of course the excitement died down and he had time to eat as well.

[Pegasus]

Patrick

Overview

Oh, I can't believe Patrick made that joke once, let alone three times. Yet, bless his heart, he was so delighted with himself. He should NOT give up his day job, I hate to tell you! Still, it made me chuckle and I had great fun reading this so well done! Enjoy your rewards and drop me a pm if there are any questions!

Points

XP Points: 10 (solo)
Fame: NA
Devotion: NA

Loot

None

Knowledge

Cooking: Herbs to accompany poultry
Cooking: Seasoning is always good
Cooking: Sectioning a chicken
Cooking: Chicken and dumplings!
Detection: Tasting broth to determine flavour
Logistics: Organising a kitchen
Logistics: Prioritising
Logistics: Ensuring you have sufficient equipment for a shift