The two cooks begin their preparation, and while not the best job, they start out decently. Going with the safest option possible (Stew, that is), the air begins to shimmer with hear as you add fuel to the fire under your cauldron, the vegetables sizzling with heat as they slide into the bubbling water. The smell isn't the most pleasant, but by no means are you riuning the meal.

Meanwhile, crashing is heard from the kitchen as the other team seems to have no clue what they are doing. The guard glances at the door before leaning over to Braggus and speaking, his voice a little grating "Well, seems the competition is on, eh? It ought to be close." He gives Braggus a 'friendly' punch in the arm, and at that exact moment one of the teenagers in the kitchen goes "Hells! That hurt!"

Basically, depending on how many successes you get, that will determine DC of the dish for the eater. Do you wish to continue or serve the dish now? I won't reveal how many successes you'll need, so its your shot.

{I think Branor has more cooking he want's to do, and Zeymira has some flavoring to do, so at least another round of checks, maybe two. Will defer to the primary cook as to how long he wants to work on it.}

Branor continues to work on the stew, adding in more and more of the ingredients, trying to turn them into something they aren’t.

”How the hells is anything decent supposed to be made from this rubbish! Just smush it all together and shove it down that goliath’s throat. Hopefully his stomach is made of better stuff than this stupid cauldron, half the damn liquid is dripping out!”

(went 2 more rounds 5+2 & 8+2 😖)

Róisín finds a spot to sit and watch. A spot as far away from the bubbling cauldron as she can get. "This is awful. I dearly hope all the competitions aren't so vile." she mumbles. Whenever she gets a whiff of what's cooking she wrinkles up her nose.  

Zeymira starts working on the flavor and smell of the stew, trying to make it easier to get down.

Arcana 7 and 23 (rolled in game log)

While trying to make it taste like a good stew, she also adds in the requested taste of cream and strawberry.

Orunmila watched with concern....she certainly wouldn't want those under her watch trying to operate on such vile rations.

After a few more minutes of cooking, to mixed results, the two cooks try their hardest, but it seems that things aren't going so well. The tavern cook looks over with concern, as if about to comment, but then rushes off as a small explosion happens in the kitchen. How those kids don't need a healer yet is astonishing.

As the others watch, the smell of...cream and strawberry? Fills the air, the guard looks around, a pleasant but confused smile growing on his face. Clearly, he thinks that meal is for him.