sechs; action

[whitecovered]

[This evening, Weiss is in the kitchen, and not the library, for once. It seems that there is a book reading...a cookbook (about exotic foods, he's bored okay)...on a kitchen table. There's a punchline in there somewhere. Every so often, he floats and grasps a page to turn it manually (because he doesn't trust the ghosts still). And of course,

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action!

[siebter]

[ Sitting on a chair near Weiss, listening to him read. ]

Really, Weiss? I thought you'd know about everything in that book!

forever?

[whitecovered]

The ingredients, yes, but why one would want to prepare such meals is beyond me.

[scorpions. EURGH. those things are poisonous!]

of course!

[siebter]

What kind of food are you looking at?

[whitecovered]

It seems to be an alcoholic concoction requiring scorpions.

[siebter]

Those aren't supposed to be in drinks, are they...

[ He's never visited the desert :c ]

[whitecovered]

Not at all. Then again, mouse and lizard tails supposedly are...

[siebter]

I wouldn't want to drink those.

[whitecovered]

I would hope not!

[flips to the next page]

My word...goat heads?

[siebter]

[ He looks a bit frightened by now. ]

R-really...? Are those in a drink too?

[whitecovered]

A soup, it seems.

[getting kind of disturbed too...]

[siebter]

I wouldn't want to eat that...

[whitecovered]

Well, that seems to be the nature of this particular cookbook. Exotic food, mmmm?

[siebter]

It may be exotic, but it just sounds gross.

[whitecovered]

Does it now? Perhaps for us, but for those of other cultures, it may not be.

[Food for thought. Okay that was horrible.]

[siebter]

I can't imagine anyone eating that...

[ Say what you want, Weiss, but that is not good. ]

[whitecovered]

[It doesn't matter to him either way, he doesn't eat.]

I wager that the hussy would.

[foul mouth foul stomach poisonous berries etc]