Today in Lenneth's kitchen of fail...

[engravedonsouls]

In more recent days, Lenneth had steadily come to the realization that she'd never cooked a day in her life. In fact, Platina hadn't done any cooking either. The lack of food, in the home of the Valkyrie's human form, had forced Platina's mother to do the cooking so that no food was wasted. She could only recall that the meals were terrible but at

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[shoggies]

"But they smell sooo good," insisted Shoggy 15. "Burny and delicious for eating," Shoggy 6.6 added. "Like sacrifices in the fires, but, we aren't supposed to make those here. Or we don't get chickens!" The Hogwarts Shoggies were indeed polite- quite unusually so, given that their natural inclination was to eat just about anything that moved. But a tiny 'Elder Thing' (which was in fact a vegetable sort of Pokemon) had told them that eating people at Hogwarts would jeopardize their free chicken supply. Being a genetically engineered slave race, this order had stuck in whatever passed for their Shoggy brains- which obviously didn't work all too well, other than the Eating People = No Buckets of Chicken equation.

"I'm Shoggy!" Shoggy 11 told Lenneth, pointing out the others with temporary pseudopods and introducing them in turn. "And that's Shoggy, and that's Shoggy, and that's Shoggy, and that's Shoggy. . ." Each of the others piped "Hi!" when introduced, and kept on with whatever they were doing. Shoggy 6.6 had begun to layer the glass shards atop a plastic bag, while Shoggy 15 went about coating each shard with a bit of the squeezy cheese. Shoggy 26 1/2 had been searching through the kitchen utensils, and now advanced upon the chunk of meat with a mallet. Shoggy 31 was also rooting through the kitchen, and, had gathered up a cheese grater, a spatula, and a very large cleaver. Shoggy 22 had acquired a large bowl and an ancient-looking hand-cranked mixer. Others were sorting through the 'ingredients' pile, making smaller piles of the assorted items, while others looked through the kitchen for new ingredients to mix into their 'pie'.

[engravedonsouls]

"I- I see. Well, as long as you're happy with that alternative to making sacrifices." Lenneth wasn't entirely sure how she felt about sacrifices. Nobody did that on Midgard, as far as she was aware. Which was pretty damn aware actually.

"If the cookies really look good to you, you're welcome to have them." She wasn't going to. And she doubted many other people would even try here.

[shoggies]

"We don't care as long as they taste good. No one ever sacrifices much to the Shoggies. But that's ok. If cultists call us we can just eat them. Great Master Cthulhoo gets all the best sacrifices, but we don't mind, because he's a god. We're just the Shoggies," Shoggy 6.6 said, while the rest of the Shoggies carried on with their baking preparations. "Are you a cultist?" asked Shoggy 11. "You're shaped right to be a cultist or a sacrifice and sometimes they're both."

"Sooo cool!" The Shoggies all dropped whatever they were doing and converged upon the burnt cookies with impressive speed for squelching piles of unstable organs. "They do look sooo good, thank you Mastress," piped Shoggy 15.