quarante et un: the butcher is back.
You know, this isn't so bad.
And I'm finally going to get to finish that ham. I've never spent this long doing anything before.
[paaaaause. Maybe he shouldn't have told everyone he was dealing with your meat. Ooops. Too late.]
I don't suppose anyone has any preferences to seasoning? I'm, um, curing some meat. Nobody in the kitchen touch it, oui?
Oh, and new people! I am Mr Clapet. Le Boucher. I'd say welcome, but I think it's a little dubious whether you'd want to be welcomed.
Besides, I always find being given a random and useless power, or having your mind screwed with, is a better welcome to this place than anything else.
Also, take my word on this: I am never drinking again. Don't even offer.
[Private to Coyolxauhqui]
Goddess. It's been a while.
I am alive, and I can walk. It's a definite improvement than of late.
I've also been practicing your language.
I don't think I'm very good, Coyolxauhqui. [But look. He pronounced her name.]
[Private to Persephone]
How is this plant you gave me still alive?
On a more serious note, can you identify something for me?
((ooc: Clapet, for your reference, has been lurking around the kitchen in the early morning. Curing meat. It was agreed to and discussed literally... ages ago, but he went and died, and had his leg cut up, and all sorts. But now he's back, and butchering it up. Supervised by Donny and... Iroh, I think. I will go check that. Feel free to have noticed him. P.S. He's not allowed knives. He's just curing meat. This is exactly what he's up to.))
And I'm finally going to get to finish that ham. I've never spent this long doing anything before.
[paaaaause. Maybe he shouldn't have told everyone he was dealing with your meat. Ooops. Too late.]
I don't suppose anyone has any preferences to seasoning? I'm, um, curing some meat. Nobody in the kitchen touch it, oui?
Oh, and new people! I am Mr Clapet. Le Boucher. I'd say welcome, but I think it's a little dubious whether you'd want to be welcomed.
Besides, I always find being given a random and useless power, or having your mind screwed with, is a better welcome to this place than anything else.
Also, take my word on this: I am never drinking again. Don't even offer.
[Private to Coyolxauhqui]
Goddess. It's been a while.
I am alive, and I can walk. It's a definite improvement than of late.
I've also been practicing your language.
I don't think I'm very good, Coyolxauhqui. [But look. He pronounced her name.]
[Private to Persephone]
How is this plant you gave me still alive?
On a more serious note, can you identify something for me?
((ooc: Clapet, for your reference, has been lurking around the kitchen in the early morning. Curing meat. It was agreed to and discussed literally... ages ago, but he went and died, and had his leg cut up, and all sorts. But now he's back, and butchering it up. Supervised by Donny and... Iroh, I think. I will go check that. Feel free to have noticed him. P.S. He's not allowed knives. He's just curing meat. This is exactly what he's up to.))