Twenty Four Frogs

[respecto_wiggle]

A new year... no doubt we've got any number of tragedies waiting to catch us unawares. My sincerest apologies to you poor unfortunates who've recently found yourselves here. Do try to keep your chins up, though. There's plenty of reason to despair, I suppose...but seeing as we've no way of escaping it, we must try to make the best of things, mmm?

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[mademyownpath]

[John uses the kitchen a lot. He stays away from the microwave, because that's the Devils Cookpot, but he's just about figured how the stove works. He pauses as he enters...fish huh, and here's him wanting chicken]

Smells good.

[respecto_wiggle]

[at the sound of someone else entering, Puddle will turn from his place at the stove to regard the newcomer.

There is now a very tall (Abel-sized tall), green skinned, web-fingered creatures watching you, John. That's possibly a mix between a human and a frog. Or maybe a spider. What do?]

I suspect that I'll have gone and overcooked it, but that's kind of you to say.

[mademyownpath]

[He stares for a moment or two, but John doesn't isn't afraid of anything. Except cougars. Luckily for both of them, Puddle is not a cougar]

Can't say I'd know. I'm not much of a chef, and my wife's food could kill you.

[respecto_wiggle]

[he couldn't really miss the staring, but it doesn't exactly phase him, either. He merely shrugs]

Ah, yes...I'm afraid that might be a side-effect of this as well. I've tried something new, and I'm sure it will have disastrous effects...

[liadrin]

[The kitchen is the one place where Liadrin actually wants to be today, despite the odd smells wafting from it; her muscles are tired from the night before and since she can't feed off of the magic she needs, food might at least do the trick.

Liadrin picks through a number of things in the pantry, moving from cabinet to cabinet in an attempt to figure out just what exactly she can cook-- when her eyes fall upon an unfamiliar sort of creature.

As a matter of fact, he's probably the skinniest orc she's ever seen in her life. So you'll have to forgive her for staring at his back rather curiously with large, unblinking, glowing green eyes.]

[respecto_wiggle]

[he's rather used to being stared at, honestly. And he's probably come up with any number of (wrong) reasons why.

But his tone is mellow when he glances in her direction... just a melancholy rumble] You'll probably be wanting the stove then, and here's me in the way with what's almost certainly a failed attempt, messing everything about. My sincerest apologies, my dear...

[liadrin]

[--No tusks? Come to think of it, he doesn't look like an orc that much at all.

His attention snaps her out of her own thoughts, however, and her long ears twitch in alarm at being caught. She adopts a polite smile about as quickly as possible, shaking her head with one arm lifted in a dismissive wave.]

Forgive me, no. I'm afraid this sort of thing isn't exactly my area of expertise. In fact I can't even figure out what half of the things stored in here are.

[She pauses briefly before bowing her head just slightly in greeting.] Lady Liadrin, Blood Knight Matriarch at your service.

[respecto_wiggle]

Ah, yes... it can be a frightful puzzle, trying to sort it all out. These humans do eat the strangest of things.

[a small smile as he returns the nod] Puddleglum, at yours, m'lady. And nevermind if you forget it. I can always tell you again.

[causticat]

[Fish, you say? Have one white cat staring at the delicious smelling treats intently.]

[respecto_wiggle]

[as he dices up some more of the eel, ready to drop that into the brewing stew he's started, he'll pause when he catches sight of the cat.

Setting a few pieces onto a platter, he'll set it down on the floor with a sigh] I've already gone and seasoned it. Over done, most likely, to the taste of felines. But you're welcome to it, all the same.

[causticat]

[Cooked fish. Cooked and seasoned fish. Mogget is in Heaven. Purring like a small engine, he bends to wolf down the fish, tail swishing lazily.]

[respecto_wiggle]

Good to see an enthusiastic appetite. [since that went over well, he'll add a few more pieces to the plate before turning his attention back to the finishing stew] Knowing this place, it might turn out to unsettle your stomach later, but it's a welcome sight anyway.

[butdaaaaad]

[is sniffing as shes ticks her head around the corner to peer into the kitchen]

I thought it smelled like someone was cooking in here. Whatcha makin'?

[and she's just gonna bop right in and see what you're doing]

[respecto_wiggle]

[Look, Gosalyn. Someone who doesn't even blink at the sight of a talking duck.

Though he might be a bit perplexed by the fact that she's a dressed talking duck when he turns to glance in her direction]

Just a simple stew. Probably no good at all, really.

[butdaaaaad]

Probably no good? Then why are you making it?

[sniff sniff. Doesn't smell too bad]

Can I try some?

[respecto_wiggle]

One has to eat, however unappetizing the palate.

[her request gets a small, half-smile] You are certainly welcome to share with me, though you needn't do so on my behalf.

[but he'll reach for a second bowl in case she means it]