ITP: Hamburgers. Eventually.

[watchmycannon]

[Today in the middle of a field is a rare sight: a fancy-pants marquis not wearing his fancy-pants, nor his fancy-anything. Instead he is wearing only a pair of slacks, a well-fitting undershirt, and about three buckets of blood -- elbows deep in gore and in the process of butchering a cow]

((oh, um, gore warning, I guess, for cow-butchering? If

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[areplicatedhope]

What are you doing?

[watchmycannon]

[Pauses, wiping at his forehead with the back of his arm -- all this does is smear blood across his face]

Ah, butchering this animal.

[areplicatedhope]

Is that how it's done?

[watchmycannon]

Most likely, yes -- we've no animals like this on my world, so I am making an educated guess. So far it does not seem very different.

[areplicatedhope]

What do you have to do?

[watchmycannon]

It is.. a rather involved process. I start by killing the animal and removing the head-- [gestures at the cow: it does indeed no longer have a head]

From there I will begin to remove the skin.

[areplicatedhope]

Do you need someone to help?

[watchmycannon]

[Blinks, sort of surprised]

If you would wish.

[areplicatedhope]

I've never seen it done before, and someone might need me to know how one day. So if you're happy with an amateur helping out...

[watchmycannon]

[...impressed, honestly]

I would be happy to show you, if you can likewise tolerate my trial and error.

[areplicatedhope]

Of course! I'm Luke fon Fabre, it's nice to meet you.

[extends his hand out to shake, realises OH WAIT, lets it drop to his side.]

What do you want me to do?

[watchmycannon]

[Grins at that]

Proper handshakes later, perhaps, mm? David Nassau, marquis of Athlum -- a pleasure.

[Looks at the cow, considering]

If you could assist me in holding onto the hide -- I need to draw the knife between the skin and the fat, and some extra assistance there would be appreciated.

[areplicatedhope]

You're a noble too? I guess this place really does make everyone equal.

[looks at the hide, and grabs an open section]

Is this right?

[watchmycannon]

It does, yes. Then, you as well--?

Yes, like that. Hold it taught, please.

[Kneels again, and begins carefully sliding his knife under the edge of the hide]

[areplicatedhope]

Yeah, my uncle's the king.

[holds it LIKE A PRO or something.

[acivilservant]

[Drapes on]

Hey, come on, Luke -- where did you think meat came from?