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Post by Mary Narai on May 13, 2006 1:23:09 GMT -5
* Elena goes over to the kitchen and says to Rosemary.* One bowl of hotroot soup and we have a mouse out there who wants to join up as a cook.
OOC: Isn't 15 ladlefuls of hotroot godmoding? Not even the otters in Salamandastron could eat that without crying a lot.
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on May 13, 2006 10:57:13 GMT -5
OOC: Um, prob'ly forgot to mention that Aster used up a large barrel of apple cider before and another afterward.
BIC: **The river mousemaid grins as she watches Willem.** Hmmm, this should be quite interesting... **She allows a smile to twitch her lips at the remembrance of what happened after she had made her whopping record. Aster shakes her head, recalling the two empty casks of cider.**
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on May 13, 2006 15:11:55 GMT -5
**Crystal walks in, and looks at Laylark mumreming about being cold. She luaghs her odds whooping laugh (Sorta Hon Rosie laugh.) and grins at him.** Never been up closer to the north have you? I'm a traveler, so I've been there... Now, THAT was cold...
**She listens to the Aster's tale, then Marie's story.** Wow... Thats some hot soup, Aster. 10 ladlefuls is even to much for me. But, um... **Crystal looks down at the mice, not to far down, but down neverless. (Crystal is 14 making her small, but foxes at bigger than mice.) She shakes her head.** I pride myself in fighting ablities... **Crystal paws her sword hilt.**
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Post by metalhead on May 13, 2006 19:49:56 GMT -5
OOC: Phew! Talk about a bloomin' busy business!
At least this should be fun..
Oh, and 15 ladles fulls still sounds very impossible, Aster. Your tongue would be, like, dead. After a while of eating extremely potent foods, it wouldn't be much use. But I'll leave it up to me guests, I suppose. ((**In fine print--** No refunds, or returns. Owner, cooks, and servers are not responsible for any stolen items or burned tongues.))
BIC: **The portly shrewlass blinked once, then twice.** HOOOOLLLDD UPPP!!! HOLD EVERYTHIN'!! **She clambered onto the nearest crate to help give herself some height and held her paws up for everybeasts' attention.** I'm the 'ead cook 'round 'ere an' this is me restaurant. So what I say goes, correct? Alright. Looks to me like we 'ave ourselves a 'otroot contest goin' on, a couple of eager cooks, and a couple of very cold beasts.. **She turns her gaze to Darter.** And one very quiet otter o'er there. **The irrepressible young cook turned her attention back to the crowd.** So. Sapph, Tumbletail. You two go an' scrub them grimy paws o' yers an' get cookin' up some steamin' 'otroot soup fer our competitors. Marie, Willem, Aster.. Ya three sit yerselves at that round table so everybeast can see ya properly. I'll cater to our other guests in the mean time. Oh, and Elena, keep doin' what yer doin', mate. **Rosie leaped from the wooden crate and shuffled back behind the bar counter, as if her orders were completely in the norm, and should be followed without hesitation or delay. She decided to help take the orders so as to assist her server.** So, matey. What'll it be, eh? A nice steamin' mug o' 'ot cider with an' apple cinnamon an' icin' scone, perhaps, to warm yer paws up a bit an' give ye somethin' to smile 'bout? **The cook slid a menu to the half-frozen Laylark and held a pad and pen at the ready.**
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Post by Mary Narai on May 14, 2006 1:44:31 GMT -5
* Seeing Rosemary busy, and there were no more orders to take, Elena goes to Crystal and says.* This is amazing, it's like the whole western outpost is in here.* She whips out a notebook and pen and Says.* Well, enough chit-chat, or I'll have Rosemary on my back, what do you watn to order? Seeing as your in here I'm sure you'd want something.
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on May 14, 2006 10:48:33 GMT -5
**Sapphire quickly scrubs her paws, using a large sponge that she finds to rub in the cleansing soapwort. Once finished, she thoroughly rinses her forepaws, thus ensuring their cleanliness all the way up to her elbows. The river mousemaid hurries to the pots, placing a large waterproof reed pot on the stove. She hands another to Tumble.** These are the best to to use when making soup. **Sapphire removes a net of watershrimp, and selects two large pawfuls. As the water comes to a rolling boil, she whisks the cloth fromt he top of the reed pot, blowing away the steam. Sapphire dumps in the watershrimp, re-covers the pot, and begins to chop the herbs needed for the soup.**
**Aster grins widely, and seats herself at the table.**
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Post by Laylark on May 14, 2006 15:14:07 GMT -5
Th-that sounds delicious.
**Laylark's paws are rather numb and he doesn't even bother trying to grab the menu. Instead, he trusts Rosie's suggestion. He turns his snout to Crystal.**
Naw. Never been up there... Though I have traelled quite a bit...
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Post by metalhead on May 14, 2006 17:02:10 GMT -5
**The energetic shrewlass grinned broadly and gave him a playful wink.** Thought ye might like that, me bucko. Righto! One steamin' mug o' cider an' fresh cinnamon an' icin' scone comin' right up! **She didn't bother to jot down the order, but simply scuttled back to the kitchen area.** You, Tumbletail. Ye can make a fresh mug o' cider, can ye not? Then hop to it! I'll get workin' on the scone.. That rivermouse o'er there seems to have the 'otroot under control. **The shrew deftly waved a paw at Sapphire and immediately began to work vigorously on the cinnamon scone. Of course, it took a couple of moments before the item was prepared for the oven, but it eventually got in there.
Tantalizing scents of the delectible pastry wafted through the warmed air, filling the kitchen and part of the dining area with its delicious smell. Finally, the scone was ready, having risen plump and nice. Rosie removed the scone from the heat of the oven. She sprinkled the pastry with more cinnamon, and made smooth lines of a glaze icing on it which melted a little onto the hot scone, making it drip slowly down the sides and onto the plate which held the whole thing. All in all, the finished product was quite enchanting.**
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on May 14, 2006 20:14:34 GMT -5
**Crystal's lip twitches and she grins.** Got pie? Crys likes pie! WEEE! **Crystal bounces up and down, haveing a sudden hyper attack.**
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Post by Mary Narai on May 15, 2006 1:26:15 GMT -5
* Elena takes two steps back. She says, trying to get in control of the hyperactive foxmaid.* Calm down please. Unfortunatly we don't have pie, we have cake though. Would you like Rosie's Cherry Plum Cake or Ragmaar's Rum Cake? Supposing you even want cake at all.
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on May 15, 2006 14:16:28 GMT -5
**Crystal falls over, triping over a table but gets up.** The first one. Roise's Cherry Plum Cake... Sounds good, really...
(OOC: Crystal likeing pie started as a joke, but now, It just seems like a reaction!)
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Post by Tumbletail Spikedog on May 15, 2006 17:09:58 GMT -5
Hm... *Tumbletail decides quickly on mulled cider, after checking the cupboards to find that the ingredients for mulled cider were there. The hedgehog finds a small bottle with an amber-like liquid in it, and pours it into a saucepan. She drops onto the counter a stick of cinnamon and finds, luckily, some cloves. Further inspection leads the stout hedgehog upon a half a cup of dried cranberries, some honey, and half a teaspoon of vanilla extract. She places the saucepan on a stove and drops the ingredients into it, letting it steep. Routinely she stirs her ladle in it and lets the scent drift into her nostrils. Then, a misty steam wafts up from the saucepan. She takes the saucepan off the stove, using her apron to protect her paws as she takes it off and ladles it into a mug. Tumbletail slides the reddish clay mug on the counter.* Cider's finished over 'ere!
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Post by Laylark on May 15, 2006 18:40:33 GMT -5
**Laylark sniffs the air tentatevly, picking up the faint scent of the cinanmon scone. The delicious wafts though the air, the thought of it almost warming him even more than the warmth of the ovens and crowd of other beasts.**
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on May 15, 2006 19:46:21 GMT -5
**Crystal pulls out a peaice of paper and a quill and squribbles the words, "I think Laylark wants a scone". She makes a paper football out of it and throws it to Laylark. She then mumbles comicaly.** Teacher, I will never pass notes during class again.
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Post by Laylark on May 15, 2006 20:06:39 GMT -5
**The red fox jumps slightly as the paper football hits him in the back of the head. He bends down to pick it up and opens it, reading the note written inside. he cocks an eyebrow at crystal, not quite sure why she sent it to him in the first place.**
I already ordered one...
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