[ he is, in fact, cookin' in the refectory. he's made a fucking enormous mess, because maybe someone is used to having an unseen servant or at least a mage hand to clean up a little and is a bit overwhelmed. ]
Oh, fine, fine-- Did you know Famine can't stand spice? Ridiculous ...
[ and then a fucking. third dish. this is a white fish with a spicy clam and tamarind sauce. he describes it as having a kick but its probably more a 3 out of 5 on the chili menu scale. ]
I'm hardly guilting you, I'm only saying you've designated this generationally important dish to the category of alright. But I suppose that's fine. No one has ever complained the weather was "alright." Or that a play was "alright." Alright is perfectly acceptable ...
This sounds an awful lot like guilting, actually! For asking me to eat something without telling me what for and then looking sad when I didn't answer how you wanted!
You alright? [because this looks like a distraction, to her, but. she always has had a bit of trouble figuring out when gale is actually upset about something, the way he tends to play things off. it just takes an extra bit of looking, she's found.]
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How's the scale today?
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Oh, fine, fine-- Did you know Famine can't stand spice? Ridiculous ...
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she comes over to peer over his shoulder.]
Really? Is all this food their fault, then?
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They've asked me to present my culinary finest. Which is quite a monumental task considering the limited ingredients we have here. Here--
[ he will open one of the pots, sticking a spoon into it and basically forcing her to try some. it's bouillabaisse, so a seafood stew. ]
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Oh, shit. This is really good. [don't talk with your mouth full] Mmhph.
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[ as if that's an insult???? well, going over to another pot, this time it's cassoulet.]
Better, or worse?
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she does like this one better though because it's meat, so]
Better. [mouth still full.]
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[ and then a fucking. third dish. this is a white fish with a spicy clam and tamarind sauce. he describes it as having a kick but its probably more a 3 out of 5 on the chili menu scale. ]
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Eh. It's alright. [looks at him like ?]
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What.
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[ he wants to pickles himself about this. ]
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You can't just give me food and then guilt me about it! Gale!
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I'm not eating your food anymore. [pouts]
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Now let's not make threats I know you won't follow through on.
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You never know. Maybe I'll go ask Daan.
[this toothless threat]
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[ he's going to get her a bowl of the cassoulet, since she gave that one the highest marks. ]
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she's not actually mad, though. her tail comes up to hook around his waist absently, just settled there.]
Did you make all of these?
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[ looking at the huge mess like he hasn't noticed it until now. ]
I was keeping busy.
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[...]
You alright? [because this looks like a distraction, to her, but. she always has had a bit of trouble figuring out when gale is actually upset about something, the way he tends to play things off. it just takes an extra bit of looking, she's found.]