[COOKING WITH THE WINDOW OPEN? Good enough for him as he peeks in. Well, he knocks on the side of the window first, so he doesn't seem like a creeper.]
[Nall's on one of his wanderings when a unique smell catches his attention. What is that?
He follows the smell to its source and hops up onto the window, poking his head into the house. He pauses before announcing his presense to listen to the song, although he can't understand a word of it.]
[As Ilsa shops, she may encounter a familiar face perusing the wine offerings closely. Grimsley will cast an eye briefly at her cart before shaking his head once.]
I regret to inform you, madam, that what passes for quality vintage in this town would be declared offensive by even the most novice of sommeliers.
Until I can get some tools of the trade myself, it will have to do. That's why I'm also getting the fruit. Sangria is one way to make it at least a little more palatable.
[There's a pink-haired girl in a short-sleeved dress, a basket in one hand and a list in the other, giving possibly the flattest stare that you ever saw anyone her age wear looking blankly at the entire rack of spice products.
She must be either completely out of it or secretly very confused. ...Or something else, her expression really isn't telling at all. She's not in your way though, so you can easily walk past her. Still, ask?]
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Hail.
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[ Nope, she's not drunk, not by a long shot, but she's comfortable in the kitchen. ]
[ Roasted peppers and onions are cooling on the counter as she is cutting up the chickens very enthusiastically.
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[ Still disassembling the first chicken. Her knife skills are solid, here. ]
Even as Anglo as this town is, I was able to find most of the spices and such for a passable version of the mole.
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He follows the smell to its source and hops up onto the window, poking his head into the house. He pauses before announcing his presense to listen to the song, although he can't understand a word of it.]
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Oh! Hello!
[ The smell is partially the vegetables roasting under the broiler and the spices toasting in the dry skillet. ]
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[ She takes a moment to flip the vegetables under the broiler ]
Are you the only flying cat-like person in town?
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He's frowning at a list that he obviously did not write. Looking around and wandering the store.]
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[ Taking in his confusion at the list, she asks ]
Need help?
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[No he's not.]
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You're sure?
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I regret to inform you, madam, that what passes for quality vintage in this town would be declared offensive by even the most novice of sommeliers.
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Until I can get some tools of the trade myself, it will have to do. That's why I'm also getting the fruit. Sangria is one way to make it at least a little more palatable.
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((OOC: Heading out for bed))
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She must be either completely out of it or secretly very confused. ...Or something else, her expression really isn't telling at all. She's not in your way though, so you can easily walk past her. Still, ask?]
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[ She gives a smile. ]
Need help?
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. . .
I don't know what I should be getting.
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