ITP: no memory.

[idle_traveller]

[Oh, right, because I am a flake and can not remember a status effect for longer than three days. . . If you would like to touch little Kino here, then go ahead! She's making pancakes at the Mess Hall or cleaning guns, whichever you prefer.]

Comments

[say_thee_nay]

[How can I not be soul-pinged by pancakes? Peering into the kitchen here.]

By Odin... What can it be that smells so delectable...?

((Also de-aged, and workninjaing at the moment.))

[idle_traveller]

[wait. . . wait. . . and she lands the flip perfectly]

Just a few more minutes. . .

[say_thee_nay]

[... that is the most amazing culinary feat these young immortal eyes have e'er seen. Cue the applause.]

Oh, well-played, well-played indeed!

[idle_traveller]

-Oh!

. . . Hi!

[say_thee_nay]

Greetings, my lady. I... I must beg thy pardon, for 'twas not my intent to alarm or interrupt thee.

[idle_traveller]

No, it's alright! I just didn't realize anyone was there.

[idle_traveller]

. . . Do you want some?

[say_thee_nay]

What... are they, pray tell?

[idle_traveller]

[small giggle] Pancakes! I got some strawberries to eat them with too!

[say_thee_nay]

... "pancakes." The pan, at least, is evident--and strawberries are all the better! I suppose I would not be averse to sampling thy feast, then, as thou hast so generously offered.

[idle_traveller]

[sliding a pancake onto a plate and pointing to the strawberries]

Then, go ahead!

[say_thee_nay]

Thou hast my deepest thanks!

[Accepting, and obviously making an effort not to be overly enthusiastic in taking some strawberries.]

How didst thou come to learn so much of the art of food preparation?

[idle_traveller]

[doing very well at not laughing then]

You're welcome! And I learned. . .

[idle_traveller]

-I learned from Master!

[say_thee_nay]

Thou hadst a master cooker?

[idle_traveller]

No, that's her name! Master! And she knew how to cook, so she taught me.