Nevermore Tasks 032

[hisbutler_bound]

It is the tenth day of our little captivity into the Wilderness and I am already bored of the childish tantrum the tree is causing, despite the fact that it was interesting to view in its creation.

[A pause, holding his pen to paper. Idly he'll draw a cat to soothe his thoughts] I grow restless and bored. So, if anyone needs me, I'll be at the

Comments

[blacklegcook]

It's fine when prepared properly. In any case, the storage should be stocked up; take what you need.

[hisbutler_bound]

It is. Forgive me if I've offended you in any way. How kind of you, sir or madame.

[blacklegcook]

Sir. Chivalry to be exact and it's no problem. Taking care of a kitchen is something I enjoy anyway.

[hisbutler_bound]

Still, Mister Chivalry, I apologize for such a rude statement on my part. The mannequins don't seem to have a knack for such food quality. Hmm, how are you on preparing fish?

[blacklegcook]

Ah, true enough. That's why I don't let them shitty-touch anything when I'm there.

I'd rather have a person find out first hand how I cook. Why? You need help with this cookout?

[hisbutler_bound]

[In reality. No, he doens't need help, but feeding over 100 people and setting up in a few short hours would look suspicious]

I could use another hand in cooking.

[blacklegcook]

Sure, I don't mind giving a hand. I didn't catch your name though?

[hisbutler_bound]

Pardon my manners. My name is Black. I shall be down by the docks.

[blacklegcook]

Got it. See ya then.

[hisbutler_bound]

See you then.