Today in Lenneth's kitchen of fail...

[engravedonsouls]

In more recent days, Lenneth had steadily come to the realization that she'd never cooked a day in her life. In fact, Platina hadn't done any cooking either. The lack of food, in the home of the Valkyrie's human form, had forced Platina's mother to do the cooking so that no food was wasted. She could only recall that the meals were terrible but at

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[shoggies]

((As I don't think Lenneth has met Shoggies- the Shoggies are a bunch of cracky Lovecraftian monsters, able to combine/split apart, so their amount is variable. I've taken to numbering them in order to keep track of who each Shoggy has met and what they've experienced, as Shoggies are highly adaptable and 'learn' by mimicking. They aren't wearing little numbers or anything- it's just for keeping track of them. =D)) Visits to the kitchen by packs of curious Shoggies were frequent occurrences, and today was no different- many of the Hogwarts Shoggies had become fascinated with cooking, or at least what they deduced cooking to be. As Shoggies are exceptionally dumb, and also capable of consuming anything, their deductions were questionable. They of course never considered the fact that creatures who looked very much like moving piles of random organs might not be very welcome in a place of food preparation

[engravedonsouls]

Creatures like this were... nothing like Lenneth had encountered before but they were polite. The ingredients they had collected for their pie was questionable to the goddess. She may not know how to cook but how would soap and plastic bags help make a pie?

"I was trying to make cookies. I don't think they came out very good though."

[shoggies]

"But they smell sooo good," insisted Shoggy 15. "Burny and delicious for eating," Shoggy 6.6 added. "Like sacrifices in the fires, but, we aren't supposed to make those here. Or we don't get chickens!" The Hogwarts Shoggies were indeed polite- quite unusually so, given that their natural inclination was to eat just about anything that moved. But a tiny 'Elder Thing' (which was in fact a vegetable sort of Pokemon) had told them that eating people at Hogwarts would jeopardize their free chicken supply. Being a genetically engineered slave race, this order had stuck in whatever passed for their Shoggy brains- which obviously didn't work all too well, other than the Eating People = No Buckets of Chicken equation

[engravedonsouls]

"I- I see. Well, as long as you're happy with that alternative to making sacrifices." Lenneth wasn't entirely sure how she felt about sacrifices. Nobody did that on Midgard, as far as she was aware. Which was pretty damn aware actually.

"If the cookies really look good to you, you're welcome to have them." She wasn't going to. And she doubted many other people would even try here.

[arrogantmage]

Lezard Valeth to the rescue - with an ice spell! Never mind that Lenneth managed to put the fire out quite effectively on her own.

"To think of my beloved goddess trying her pretty hand at the domestic arts." He clearly loves the idea. He clearly loves it a little too much, and not in an innocuous way. His voice is all velvet and oil.

[engravedonsouls]

A light sigh as she turned towards Lezard.

"It was something I'd never done before. Much like playing the instruments you gave me."

[arrogantmage]

"The instruments I gave you, hmmm? You mean, of course, the features of the beautiful homunculus body I prepared for you, as vessel for your precious soul ..."

He had no recollection of any other gift that could be called an instrument.

[engravedonsouls]

Lenneth scowled at the reminder, even more than she she did before the incident with Hrist forced her into said body.

"Hardly! The musical instruments you smuggled into my room." Of course, she doesn't realize yet that he doesn't remember.