Using me for my height, I see. [but he does as instructed! he brings flour and sugar from the top shelves, and places them on the counter.] Would you indulge me with a story, my friend? Yours, in particular.
[ it worked, didn't it? he's rude. in his arms, he has some ingredients from the ice box .he doesn't know the name for it other than that, he's seen things similar to it in the capital at least. there's milk, cream, and butter in his arms.
as he sets them out. there's pause a he glances at the counter and grabs a jar of white, opening it up and giving it a sniff. baking soda. good. distracting. ]
Mm. My story's not all that cheerful. I don't know if you'll enjoy it.
Hm, fair point. [he does not seem bothered by beakhead or the orders in the least. his bestie is like forty times more rude than this, he's used to it.]
If I were not interested, I would not ask, regardless of cheer or sorrow.
there's a pause before he starts to look for a pan now. gets to work on making batter, measuring things out by eye. sure, hythlodaeus has been recruited for grunt work, but he can't think of anything else right now. maybe make him get the plates later or something. ]
Don't really know where to begin.
[ his hands move mechanically almost, delicate as he works despite their size. when he measures by eye, there's an effortless precision to it. ]
Mmm... let's see. Have you ever heard of the Sand Plague, Hythlodaeus?
[ thank you, pushing things is acceptable, soon enough we will have... batter. ]
Sand Plague... Sand Pest, really, the thing is highly infectious, almost... alive with how it chooses to spread its infection like wildfire.
[ foisting the stirring onto you, hyth. he'll show him how to keep stirring at it before entrusted the sacred blini batter in his big yaoi hands while artemy goes to heat the pan. ]
My father entrusted the care of an entire town to me. A... final will, inheritance. Turns out, I have terrible timing. [ he greases the pan ] Three days into my visit, and the Town was ravaged by just that—the damned pest.
So that's what I do. I dog boy and I heal who I can and I get shot at... [ he doesn't seem to have a bad attitude when telling it, he just sounds tired, but in the sort of way that feels good about saying it, admitting it. ] I feel like I'm losing time.
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[hmmm.] Blini?
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They're flat hot cakes you can cover in honey or jam. Or you can eat them savory if you like.
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Sounds quite good. Do you think you could recreate them?
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I don't see why not. The kitchen's in a state, so clearly no one cares if we mess around in here.
[ he might start nosing around for stuff now. ]
You said you weren't familiar with food. So you don't usually need it?
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Should you need assistance, I am more than willing to help. [direct him! he's a terrible cook but it's fine.]
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[ since you were the one that asked. they keep well overnight anyways
if we survive. ]Something you can do... you can check the top shelves for the dry goods. See if there's flour or sugar up there.
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Using me for my height, I see. [but he does as instructed! he brings flour and sugar from the top shelves, and places them on the counter.] Would you indulge me with a story, my friend? Yours, in particular.
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[ it worked, didn't it? he's rude. in his arms, he has some ingredients from the ice box .he doesn't know the name for it other than that, he's seen things similar to it in the capital at least. there's milk, cream, and butter in his arms.
as he sets them out. there's pause a he glances at the counter and grabs a jar of white, opening it up and giving it a sniff. baking soda. good. distracting. ]
Mm. My story's not all that cheerful. I don't know if you'll enjoy it.
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If I were not interested, I would not ask, regardless of cheer or sorrow.
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[ huh.
there's a pause before he starts to look for a pan now. gets to work on making batter, measuring things out by eye. sure, hythlodaeus has been recruited for grunt work, but he can't think of anything else right now. maybe make him get the plates later or something. ]
Don't really know where to begin.
[ his hands move mechanically almost, delicate as he works despite their size. when he measures by eye, there's an effortless precision to it. ]
Mmm... let's see. Have you ever heard of the Sand Plague, Hythlodaeus?
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I have not, no. It sounds less than desirable.
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Sand Plague... Sand Pest, really, the thing is highly infectious, almost... alive with how it chooses to spread its infection like wildfire.
[ foisting the stirring onto you, hyth. he'll show him how to keep stirring at it before entrusted the sacred blini batter in his big yaoi hands while artemy goes to heat the pan. ]
My father entrusted the care of an entire town to me. A... final will, inheritance. Turns out, I have terrible timing. [ he greases the pan ] Three days into my visit, and the Town was ravaged by just that—the damned pest.
So that's what I do. I dog boy and I heal who I can and I get shot at... [ he doesn't seem to have a bad attitude when telling it, he just sounds tired, but in the sort of way that feels good about saying it, admitting it. ] I feel like I'm losing time.
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Ah... [he nods a little.] Hah, seems - familiar, in a way. [...] Very noble of you, to assume responsibility for a town's entirety.