Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 7:16:08 GMT 10
Title: Cooking [5]
Rating: G
Word Count: 281
Paring: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: They each, in their own way, appreciated quiet Circle meals.
Notes: This may be because I can't cook. Maybe.
Daja pulled two chairs out from under the kitchen table; Tris and Sandry took them with a gracious nod and a smile. The remaining two chairs jumped toward Briar; Daja grinned at him and the wooden chairs. She sat as he did.
“What would the Pebbled Sea residents think to see us four Great Mages in such domestic pursuits?” Tris inquired, eyes fierce with amusement over her spectacles. She thought of Briar and Sandry forming circles of cornbread, herself cutting vegetables and Daja heating the lot.
“I would hope the Pebbled Sea is more concerned with getting food down their own traps,” Briar decided as he tucked into his meal. He groaned at the food and moved to eat faster; Daja thumped him on the head, lightly.
“Make it last,” she directed him. He grinned sheepishly and swallowed, but took care with his next bites. At least a cook always knew that Briar’s reaction could be trusted.
“I think they would find it mundanely normal,” Sandry answered in response to Tris’ question. “Lark, Rosethorn, Frostpine and Niko all eat normally—”
“Niko’s finicky,” Tris corrected, but she smiled nonetheless. “Though I wonder if we think it’s normal just because we grew up with great mages—and remember us when we discovered it! Others may expect great mages to eat grandiose meals.”
Briar indicated his plate with his fork. “This is a grandiose meal—any good food is. Some great mages get fat eating delicacies three times a day, but once they’re great only in magic and not in deed, people tend to forget about ‘em.”
The other three laughed and agreed. They each, in their own way, appreciated quiet Circle meals.
Rating: G
Word Count: 281
Paring: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: They each, in their own way, appreciated quiet Circle meals.
Notes: This may be because I can't cook. Maybe.
Daja pulled two chairs out from under the kitchen table; Tris and Sandry took them with a gracious nod and a smile. The remaining two chairs jumped toward Briar; Daja grinned at him and the wooden chairs. She sat as he did.
“What would the Pebbled Sea residents think to see us four Great Mages in such domestic pursuits?” Tris inquired, eyes fierce with amusement over her spectacles. She thought of Briar and Sandry forming circles of cornbread, herself cutting vegetables and Daja heating the lot.
“I would hope the Pebbled Sea is more concerned with getting food down their own traps,” Briar decided as he tucked into his meal. He groaned at the food and moved to eat faster; Daja thumped him on the head, lightly.
“Make it last,” she directed him. He grinned sheepishly and swallowed, but took care with his next bites. At least a cook always knew that Briar’s reaction could be trusted.
“I think they would find it mundanely normal,” Sandry answered in response to Tris’ question. “Lark, Rosethorn, Frostpine and Niko all eat normally—”
“Niko’s finicky,” Tris corrected, but she smiled nonetheless. “Though I wonder if we think it’s normal just because we grew up with great mages—and remember us when we discovered it! Others may expect great mages to eat grandiose meals.”
Briar indicated his plate with his fork. “This is a grandiose meal—any good food is. Some great mages get fat eating delicacies three times a day, but once they’re great only in magic and not in deed, people tend to forget about ‘em.”
The other three laughed and agreed. They each, in their own way, appreciated quiet Circle meals.