A Little Dinner Theatre

[Morgan Bellanar]

Sir Archie? Was that a brand name for a spice? Wait food allergies? "Food allergies? That's a thing, heh, amongst the changelings? Nope, nary heh heard of it," she shook her head as she got up. She then smiled as she nodded to Mhairi, "oh, heh mine thanks Mhairi. And nay Pippin, I doubt allergies art a worry," she shook her head in the negative as she closed the cupboard with the back of her foot and leaned against the counter.

"Many 'lings hath dumpster dived for food so allergies art doubtful to be a problem. I suppose it could, heh, be but as said, nary heard even rumors of it a'fore ye mentioned it," she shook her head in the negative again.

Okay...now what. "Uh, heh, just to warn ye Pippin, mine skill with blades tis stellar at throwing naught slicing. 'lo I shant shy from aid if ye wants me to try dicing, just I rarely prepare food to that level. Heh however Imma quite good at hands on," she raised both hands as she wiggled her claws. Using her pendant as the trick, Morgan activated Cloak of the Elements, "work with the stove. Uh, after washing them I suppose that tis imporant to do first."

She'd found it easier then using a spatula personally. Well, she hadn't owned a spatula before so. "Whichever, or I can just heh stay outta the way too, heh."

[Swami M]

Vegetarian? Well, you can't have everything...

"Nice to meet you. We can always use more helping hands... Speaking of which, I'm no master chef, but I can help with the cutting and dicing and such...

Alex walks over to the sink to wash his hands.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"Morgan would you like to grate the ginger?" Asks Mhairi, not to push tasks off onto the Steepscrambler, but to include the women into what's become a House wide event.

Fell-flames flicker at Pippin, "I wan't talking about that. I was asking if people would be okay with my drippy quicksilver glamour all over their food. Normally when I cook now, I use utensils." a thoughtful little frown, "If we're talking about food allergies, ingesting someone else's glamour droppings might be the only way we can have an allergic reaction."

[Morgan Bellanar]

"Heh, actually saw a pan like that," she knocks on the lower cupboard with her foot, "in there, heh." But her queen made a request, "Oh, heh, sure Mhairi. I ken how to use a grater. For cheese lo principle shoudl nary vary," saying that she bent down to open the cupboard and got out the aforementioned high sided frying pan. And a grater.

Morgan plopped the pan onto the stove, "Pan shalt be ready shortly, heh, Imma just turn o heat then grate the garlic." She did just that before retrieving the garlic to grind down. After a moment of hesitation she also opened a cupboard to retrieve a breakfast bowl to grate the garlic into. "Aught as such should work a treat for collecting the powder, heh."

Her eyes darted between the garlic being grated and the stove.

[Swami M]

Alex begins dicing the garlic as instructed. He looks up at Pippin.

"Meat and/or fish would be more than fine." He pauses for a moment. "You look like you know what you're doing. Have you cooked for a living, or is this a hobby?"

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"Morgan-" Mhairi cuts herself off, since Pippin had already told the raccoon that she was grating the wrong thing.

Turning to Pippin, "I don't think you can treat magic like science, no matter what Thor says." she says with a smile, "But if this is going to be investigated, we're probably going to need a Spring with that Clause they have for healing."

Mhairi nods, "I'm glad you forewent the shrimp, or prawns or whatever. I don't mind the taste, but I can't stand the texture." her nose crinkles up. "But maybe chicken next time." she says, knowing that this curry was probably chalk full of protein, but it seemed that the lone Summer wanted or maybe needed more.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan paused and looked at what she was doing. Then back up at Pippin. Back down. Back to Pippin. The raccoon's face went from grey and black to red and black. "Oh, heh-heh. Sorry. Wrong root, heh," she winced grumbling, "all roots hard to tell variance."

Morgan's lack of culinary skill was showing. But she did think to switch to a new bowl before grating the ginger. "I myself, heh, am nary picky on what I eat. Food tis food. Mayhaps Imma little too much raccoon, heh," that got her to giggle.

The talk of Glamour allergies though had her thinking. "Ye ken, if ye art talking on funky glamour, heh, I did once hath a problem akin to that. After I drew from normans," She had to pause to shift the ginger as the branch she'd been working on was gone. "Heh, best way to describe it was a sweetness to vast to tolerate. Took mine breath away, so Glamour allergy tis possible."

Morgan then froze as she thought of something else from all those years ago. "Or, heh, could've been minor if I'd nary been sipping iced to, heh, at the time too. Though the emotion to glamour twas nauseatingly sweet." Her own fault really. It was probably not good for an Autumn to draw in that kind of emotion from that many people.

"And yay Mhairi. I can attest that the Spring contract tis most effective, heh, a salve for injury," almost made Morgan wish she was a Spring. But then she'd have to be sociable more and that was really scary. "Heh healing fruits might provide succor to ease such a reaction too. Nary ken if ice packs t'would heh help."

ooc: Whoops, ginger not garlic...that is what you get for posting when planning to order Italian

[Swami M]

When he hears that Pippin is not a professional chef, Alex nearly responds with "what do you do?" A reflex from his old life, not completely gone. But he holds back the question. Very likely that answer would be too much like his own... some make work job to make ends meet, a pale imitation of a lost career. For people like them, the simplest of small talk can be a minefield...

"So what got you interested in cooking?"