Week four

[letsplayamod]

Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?

But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.

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Wednesday

[letsplayamod]

[markofnobility]

[Ferdinand seems... different today. He's always bright and energetic.

(the dark circles forming under his eyes as the weeks go on are not an issue, honestly. We're all tired in this house! Right?)

But this morning he seems over the clouds. And honestly even more distracted than usual as he does his morning work. Not in a bad way! Though one of the pegasi does nip him as he mucks and bumps into her while his mind is elsewhere. But the dopey smile on his face is telling of something, that's for sure.

After his chores he goes right to the kitchen and, well, good luck getting in there to make any lunch, as it looks like a tornado in there. Someone is, dear god, baking It's not as bad as one might expect- nothing smells burnt and while he's messy as fuck with flour all in his hair, the treats he's trying to make don't look or smell awful. He doesn't look happy with them though.]

It's too sweet...

[Anyone who is experienced with such things... they look like little cakes and biscuits for tea. Huh, wonder what that's for?

In the evening he settles into the armory, going over the options. Lifting a few spears and testing their weight, and eventually sitting down to polish some armor pieces that look to be around his size]

Kitchen 1/2

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark usually heads to the kitchen after he closes up shop--but he stops in the doorway, staring]

What--

2/2

[latinumsbetter]

What did you do?!

[FERD WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS KITCHEN]

[markofnobility]

...baked?

[latinumsbetter]

This looks nothing like when Leb bakes. [BUD.] For one, the ingredients end up in the dough rather than worn as a fashion statement.

[markofnobility]

Fashion...?

[ he looks down at himself and balks]

Gah-! Oh, at this rate I will never finish AND be presentable in a reasonable time!!

[ oh, the over wrought dismay]

[latinumsbetter]

For what, exactly?

[markofnobility]

Velvet and I have an arrangement for tea this afternoon!

[latinumsbetter]

[Oh.

Oh, yes, he sees.

Quark folds his arms and leans on the doorframe with a smirk]

Do you?

[markofnobility]

[ Quark's amusement goes right over his head]

Yes! I had thought bringing a treat that would compliment black tea would go over well. And lemon is a classic in this regard. But while I have some experience with baking I... have never used something so acidic. The first batch completely curdled!! So I adjusted and tried again- the cream maintained a good texture that time but it was too sour! This final batch I increased the sugar and while it is palatable it still isn't right-!

[ all this with barely a breath as he guestures around the kitchen]

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark just listens through all that and lets him get it out. He's pushing off the doorframe, holding his hands up]

Alright, alright, I get it.

Do you want to use the replicator?

[markofnobility]

[ he looks about to argue but then slumps in defeat]

I may not have a choice. Yet it seems a waste to throw these last few away. Perhaps you can give them away at the bar tonight- maybe Ranma at least will eat a few. He seems to like sweets.

[latinumsbetter]

I'll have to program them in, if they're your own recipe. [he comes close to peer at what he's got]

What did you make?

[markofnobility]

It is not mine, to be fair. But one I remember considerng back home but was not brave enough to try before now.

They are lemon curd tarts!

[latinumsbetter]

[he's reaching out to pick one up, then, giving it a sniff]

What's curd exactly?

Kitchen!

[catsgothistongue]

[Yeesh... The kitchen looks like it had a recent visit from Akane, only less flambéed and a lot more clean.

As Ferdie is lampooning himself over his handiwork, all at once, the man'll feel something not so much drop on his head like something from a road runner sketch, but rather just insert itself on his crown. It's a considerable enough weight that he might start teetering forward if not eating shit and cooking ingredients outright.]

Mmm. [One of the little cakes would vanish into thin air the next time Ferdie blinks. Who or what is it? Those Zubats that've been infesting the land?]

Tastes all right to me.

[... nope. Just a martial artist teen, perching himself on Ferdie's head tastetesting and letting crumbs sprinkle down.]

morning!!

[brokenhabit]

[ Well it's hard to miss that kind of energy, even without an eye for these things like hers. Lebkuchen observes him for a moment before speaking ]

Ferdinand?