»log 004 [video]
[HELLO Discedo say hi to a certain pink and energetic blob, who looks just about as excited as ever. Morph has finally learned to use the communicator-- well, not really. Mostly perchance has it learned what the red dot of recording means, and what the big button does. It chirps once in greeting and then spins the camera to show Silver doing what he does best: cooking.
The cook's mechanical arm minces and dices vegetables on a chopping block, quickly switches blades to chop a fresh cut of meat set aside in record time. He juices a tomato with his other hand. The mechanical arm adjusts itself into a type of heavy-duty portable lighter and it gently sears a side of the meat, the vegetables are added to a simmering pot to boil on the stove, noodles and meat layered into a pan, and a dash of mild spices sprinkled in between. All the while he whistles a cheery tune.
It's only interrupted when Morph decides to issue a loud wailing noise, in which the cook turns round to look.]
Ay, Morphy! Ye shouldn' be playin' wit--
[The blob looks rather pleased with itself as the view is once more pivoted. It coos and Silver gives a look of disapproval, but of which is replaced by one of charisma when he finally addresses the comm.]
Ah, well, it warn't done yet but-- If anyone would like ter try some Boorgbaltclelfhidor Casserole, drop by th' Northern Lights in 'round fifteen minutes! An' don' worry Shinji, used all 'a me own ingredients, heheh! At least, ye get free samples.
[Morph tweets and promptly begins spinning about his clawed finger, bumping into the communicator and turning it off.]
The cook's mechanical arm minces and dices vegetables on a chopping block, quickly switches blades to chop a fresh cut of meat set aside in record time. He juices a tomato with his other hand. The mechanical arm adjusts itself into a type of heavy-duty portable lighter and it gently sears a side of the meat, the vegetables are added to a simmering pot to boil on the stove, noodles and meat layered into a pan, and a dash of mild spices sprinkled in between. All the while he whistles a cheery tune.
It's only interrupted when Morph decides to issue a loud wailing noise, in which the cook turns round to look.]
Ay, Morphy! Ye shouldn' be playin' wit--
[The blob looks rather pleased with itself as the view is once more pivoted. It coos and Silver gives a look of disapproval, but of which is replaced by one of charisma when he finally addresses the comm.]
Ah, well, it warn't done yet but-- If anyone would like ter try some Boorgbaltclelfhidor Casserole, drop by th' Northern Lights in 'round fifteen minutes! An' don' worry Shinji, used all 'a me own ingredients, heheh! At least, ye get free samples.
[Morph tweets and promptly begins spinning about his clawed finger, bumping into the communicator and turning it off.]