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asgardcoda2016-03-09 01:35 pm
bythewaves) wrote in asgardcoda2016-03-09 01:35 pm
Baking. And Sharing of Foods!
Who: Maglor and anyone hungry/with a sweet tooth. Likely surprise visit from a hungry Riley
What: Honeycakes. Fresh. Hot. And LOTS of them.
When: Week 1.
Where: Some random Native's house. Probably the family member of the pub owner Maglor used to work for.
Rating: G for Gluttony
Riley requested honeycakes, and so Maglor has obliged. His cousin Fingon is also here, however, and he has a terrible sweet tooth. So... Maglor may have overcompensated slightly.
Just a bit.
.....Alright, maybe a lot.
He borrowed a Native's house and kitchen for this earlier, and the windows are flung open, allowing the smell to waft out. Honeycakes sit on trays on the windows and on a bench outside, cooling, if anyone is brave enough to pinch from there. There's a small tin nearby in case anyone feels it might be worth donating a few coins in thanks, but the door is also open, for folk to come and meet the chef.
Maglor is covered in flour at the moment, and sighing as he mixes the last batch up. He definitely needs to judge volumes better, next time.
What: Honeycakes. Fresh. Hot. And LOTS of them.
When: Week 1.
Where: Some random Native's house. Probably the family member of the pub owner Maglor used to work for.
Rating: G for Gluttony
Riley requested honeycakes, and so Maglor has obliged. His cousin Fingon is also here, however, and he has a terrible sweet tooth. So... Maglor may have overcompensated slightly.
Just a bit.
.....Alright, maybe a lot.
He borrowed a Native's house and kitchen for this earlier, and the windows are flung open, allowing the smell to waft out. Honeycakes sit on trays on the windows and on a bench outside, cooling, if anyone is brave enough to pinch from there. There's a small tin nearby in case anyone feels it might be worth donating a few coins in thanks, but the door is also open, for folk to come and meet the chef.
Maglor is covered in flour at the moment, and sighing as he mixes the last batch up. He definitely needs to judge volumes better, next time.
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He stands beside his not!dad, carefully keeping his hands out of sight.
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"You can just ask, you know."
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"Watch my language? Really? You first."
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"And if you hover, yonya, that is hardly subtle. Do you want to lick the spoon or the bowl?"