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It was a pretty big sodding difference these days, cooking in the kitchen of the compound - though Bill wasn't sure it could be called that at the moment. It was rather nice, actually, having so much more available to work with, and not only was there whatever they had on hand, it was easy to nip out to the shops and pick up a thing or two. Bill was going to take advantage of the extra resources as much as he could whilst they lasted, which meant Friday dinners in the kitchen (and the shifts he cooked at The Winchester) were going to be very sodding lavish.
He had a bit of help today, though said help was rather more interested in playing with the wooden spoons Bill had given him. "Are you practising to be a drummer when you get older like your Aunt Arya?" Bill said, glancing down to where Reynald was sat by his feet, Bill's hat perched on his head and slipping down over his eyes every few seconds.
Reynald just grinned up at Bill, letting out a peal of laughter as he waved the spoons haphazardly in the air. The hat fell over his eyes again and Reynald gave it up as a bad job, sweeping it off his head so that it dropped onto the floor next to him. "I'm a drummer!" he declared, before continuing to beat them against the floor.
"That you are, little man," Bill chuckled as he carried on spooning the batter for the dessert he was making into a pan. Dinner was already prepared and ready to serve, and tonight's fare was stewed rabbit, mackerel fillets, Yorkshire pudding, vegetable soup, warm crusty bread, and plenty of tea and wine. Hopefully a lot of people would show up extra hungry.
[Friday dinner post, up in time for...dinner Hawaii time? XD Bill is babysitting Reynald Stark. Tag Bill, tag each other, have fun! Wide open for as long as it needs to be.]
He had a bit of help today, though said help was rather more interested in playing with the wooden spoons Bill had given him. "Are you practising to be a drummer when you get older like your Aunt Arya?" Bill said, glancing down to where Reynald was sat by his feet, Bill's hat perched on his head and slipping down over his eyes every few seconds.
Reynald just grinned up at Bill, letting out a peal of laughter as he waved the spoons haphazardly in the air. The hat fell over his eyes again and Reynald gave it up as a bad job, sweeping it off his head so that it dropped onto the floor next to him. "I'm a drummer!" he declared, before continuing to beat them against the floor.
"That you are, little man," Bill chuckled as he carried on spooning the batter for the dessert he was making into a pan. Dinner was already prepared and ready to serve, and tonight's fare was stewed rabbit, mackerel fillets, Yorkshire pudding, vegetable soup, warm crusty bread, and plenty of tea and wine. Hopefully a lot of people would show up extra hungry.
[Friday dinner post, up in time for...dinner Hawaii time? XD Bill is babysitting Reynald Stark. Tag Bill, tag each other, have fun! Wide open for as long as it needs to be.]