Ashan 83, Arc 720
On the 83rd of Ashan, Devin Thorn, thief, conman extraordinaire and recently initiated Becomer stood in the kitchen of the Knight’s Rest, a popular tavern in Scalvoris Town, wearing an exceedingly frilly apron with the words “Kiss The Cook” over his fancy clothes.
His roommate and friend with occasional benefits, Aidan, stood next to him. He looked at Devin worriedly for a moment before his gaze drifted towards the huge cast-iron pot in front of the Mortalborn and the collection of random cooking ingredients that he had arranged on the table behind him.
“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” he asked. What Devin was doing was completely out of the ordinary and out of character for him. The thief never cooked, but preferred to dine at exceedingly luxurious restaurants. Sometimes, he also persuaded Talieson and him to cook for him.
“You don’t have any experience!” he pointed out.
“Of course it’s a good idea!” Devin retorted, smiling brightly, grabbed a knife, grabbed an onion, peeled it and started to chop it into pieces that were much too big. Having done that, he dumped it into his pot before he added half a dozen gloves of garlic – and then a few more.
It only occurred to him that he should probably have added a bit of butter or oil when the onion and garlic that he had planned on frying started to turn brown and smell kind of strange.
“Doing something that you have absolutely no experience in is fun! Besides, who knows, maybe I’ll discover that I gave a hidden talent and find out that I’m actually a natural when it comes to cooking – and win this damn contest!” he told his roommate as he quickly added an exceptionally large stick of butter. The more, the better!
Having done that, he turned around for a moment and flashed one of the other contestants, a rather curvy lady with wild blonde curls who looked at him doubtfully a brilliant smile. It was just then that …
“Devin”, Aidan pointed out. “Your onion and garlic pieces are starting to smoke! Do you really think that you should …”
Devin grabbed a wooden spoon and started to stir the contents of his pot somewhat frantically before he claimed, “I’m flambéing them. This is a cooking procedure that involves setting your food on fire; and setting something on fire usually involves smoke!”
“I don’t think that this is how flambéing works”, Aidan remarked. “I think that you should …”
Devin stopped stirring and looked at the other man, narrowing his eyes as he did so, before he muttered, “Flying turds!”
Flying turds was a curse that you used when encountering a person that you really didn’t want to deal with, and he definitely didn’t want to deal with Aidan and his comments right now. Normally, he quite liked him – in fact, he really enjoyed his company sometimes – but nobody, absolutely nobody was allowed to insult his cooking! He knew exactly what he was doing!
He …
He stopped that train of thought abruptly and stared at his pot somewhat dumbfoundedly when a strange smell hit his nose. Its contents were smoking even more now!
On the 83rd of Ashan, Devin Thorn, thief, conman extraordinaire and recently initiated Becomer stood in the kitchen of the Knight’s Rest, a popular tavern in Scalvoris Town, wearing an exceedingly frilly apron with the words “Kiss The Cook” over his fancy clothes.
His roommate and friend with occasional benefits, Aidan, stood next to him. He looked at Devin worriedly for a moment before his gaze drifted towards the huge cast-iron pot in front of the Mortalborn and the collection of random cooking ingredients that he had arranged on the table behind him.
“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” he asked. What Devin was doing was completely out of the ordinary and out of character for him. The thief never cooked, but preferred to dine at exceedingly luxurious restaurants. Sometimes, he also persuaded Talieson and him to cook for him.
“You don’t have any experience!” he pointed out.
“Of course it’s a good idea!” Devin retorted, smiling brightly, grabbed a knife, grabbed an onion, peeled it and started to chop it into pieces that were much too big. Having done that, he dumped it into his pot before he added half a dozen gloves of garlic – and then a few more.
It only occurred to him that he should probably have added a bit of butter or oil when the onion and garlic that he had planned on frying started to turn brown and smell kind of strange.
“Doing something that you have absolutely no experience in is fun! Besides, who knows, maybe I’ll discover that I gave a hidden talent and find out that I’m actually a natural when it comes to cooking – and win this damn contest!” he told his roommate as he quickly added an exceptionally large stick of butter. The more, the better!
Having done that, he turned around for a moment and flashed one of the other contestants, a rather curvy lady with wild blonde curls who looked at him doubtfully a brilliant smile. It was just then that …
“Devin”, Aidan pointed out. “Your onion and garlic pieces are starting to smoke! Do you really think that you should …”
Devin grabbed a wooden spoon and started to stir the contents of his pot somewhat frantically before he claimed, “I’m flambéing them. This is a cooking procedure that involves setting your food on fire; and setting something on fire usually involves smoke!”
“I don’t think that this is how flambéing works”, Aidan remarked. “I think that you should …”
Devin stopped stirring and looked at the other man, narrowing his eyes as he did so, before he muttered, “Flying turds!”
Flying turds was a curse that you used when encountering a person that you really didn’t want to deal with, and he definitely didn’t want to deal with Aidan and his comments right now. Normally, he quite liked him – in fact, he really enjoyed his company sometimes – but nobody, absolutely nobody was allowed to insult his cooking! He knew exactly what he was doing!
He …
He stopped that train of thought abruptly and stared at his pot somewhat dumbfoundedly when a strange smell hit his nose. Its contents were smoking even more now!
Notes
This is the calendar event "Food Fayre".