Sytosc tries both and writes some notes on his notepad. His teeth are dark and metallic. He finally takes the time to look at William. "What do you call these dishes? They are very good."
"Well that-" he points at the crostata "is an Italian baked tart or pie I suppose you could say." He chuckles "The other is a braised lamb stuffed with ricotta, lemon, oregano, and many other herbs." (Deception: 27)
"Names, please. Surely, you've named them. And you really shouldn't be so modest about your meat choices. Even the world's best cooks can rarely make long pork worth eating. You must have an incredible supplier."
(He has an incredibly perceptive palate, being a critic)
He writes something down on his notepad again.
"I have to be. You never know who could be listening." he chuckles "As for names, I have none. They are simply what they are, nothing fancy covering them up behind titles and such." he moves a fork he notices with sharp eyes back into its original spot. "As for a supplier, I am it."
"Names, please. Surely, you've named them. And you really shouldn't be so modest about your meat choices. Even the world's best cooks can rarely make long pork worth eating. You must have an incredible supplier."
(He has an incredibly perceptive palate, being a critic)
He writes something down on his notepad again.
"I have to be. You never know who could be listening." he chuckles "As for names, I have none. They are simply what they are, nothing fancy covering them up behind titles and such." he moves a fork he notices with sharp eyes back into its original spot. "As for a supplier, I am it."
"A beautiful statement." He scribbles something down. "I will simply call them what they are. Now, I assume you are making a statement with your protein choice? I cannot fathom why one would want to utilize such an inconsistent and difficult type of meat otherwise. You have incredible talent and skill, for sure, but most of your caliber would rather be working with better ingredients."
"Names, please. Surely, you've named them. And you really shouldn't be so modest about your meat choices. Even the world's best cooks can rarely make long pork worth eating. You must have an incredible supplier."
(He has an incredibly perceptive palate, being a critic)
He writes something down on his notepad again.
"I have to be. You never know who could be listening." he chuckles "As for names, I have none. They are simply what they are, nothing fancy covering them up behind titles and such." he moves a fork he notices with sharp eyes back into its original spot. "As for a supplier, I am it."
"A beautiful statement." He scribbles something down. "I will simply call them what they are. Now, I assume you are making a statement with your protein choice? I cannot fathom why one would want to utilize such an inconsistent and difficult type of meat otherwise. You have incredible talent and skill, for sure, but most of your caliber would rather be working with better ingredients."
"A statement?" He tilts his head before thinking it over "This world is filled with liars, cheaters, and other rotten people who would rather kill others if it meant they survived. I am simply making people closer, taking those horrible people and feeding them the people who they crush under their heel or those who they take for granted. They feel filled afterward, stomachs full of the people they surrounded themselves with." he closes his eyes, quiet for a moment before opening them again "Everyone has someone they want to be closer too. I suppose you do as well."
"A beautiful statement." He scribbles something down. "I will simply call them what they are. Now, I assume you are making a statement with your protein choice? I cannot fathom why one would want to utilize such an inconsistent and difficult type of meat otherwise. You have incredible talent and skill, for sure, but most of your caliber would rather be working with better ingredients."
"A statement?" He tilts his head before thinking it over "This world is filled with liars, cheaters, and other rotten people who would rather kill others if it meant they survived. I am simply making people closer, taking those horrible people and feeding them the people who they crush under their heel or those who they take for granted. They feel filled afterward, stomachs full of the people they surrounded themselves with." he closes his eyes, quiet for a moment before opening them again "Everyone has someone they want to be closer too. I suppose you do as well."
"Unfortunately, I am not a someone per se. The only individual I have made friends with thus far has been a solar named Raphael, and I'm afraid there are very few ways to improve celestial flesh. Believe me, I've tried." He jots something down. "The only person I can think of at the moment I would like to be closer to at the moment would probably be you, but of course, I'd rather be able to continue reviewing the Red Plate. My bosses would have me thrown into the Gourmet Nightmare if I didn't give them a chance to try your food."
He looks down at his food before writing another note. "I thank you for talking with me. You are spoken about as often as the food is, you know. The people love you very much. I can see why. But for now, I believe I must wait for the next course before I can truly know you."
"A beautiful statement." He scribbles something down. "I will simply call them what they are. Now, I assume you are making a statement with your protein choice? I cannot fathom why one would want to utilize such an inconsistent and difficult type of meat otherwise. You have incredible talent and skill, for sure, but most of your caliber would rather be working with better ingredients."
"A statement?" He tilts his head before thinking it over "This world is filled with liars, cheaters, and other rotten people who would rather kill others if it meant they survived. I am simply making people closer, taking those horrible people and feeding them the people who they crush under their heel or those who they take for granted. They feel filled afterward, stomachs full of the people they surrounded themselves with." he closes his eyes, quiet for a moment before opening them again "Everyone has someone they want to be closer too. I suppose you do as well."
"Unfortunately, I am not a someone per se. The only individual I have made friends with thus far has been a solar named Raphael, and I'm afraid there are very few ways to improve celestial flesh. Believe me, I've tried." He jots something down. "The only person I can think of at the moment I would like to be closer to at the moment would probably be you, but of course, I'd rather be able to continue reviewing the Red Plate. My bosses would have me thrown into the Gourmet Nightmare if I didn't give them a chance to try your food."
He looks down at his food before writing another note. "I thank you for talking with me. You are spoken about as often as the food is, you know. The people love you very much. I can see why. But for now, I believe I must wait for the next course before I can truly know you."
He chuckles "Friendship is hard for me, so you must be patient with me. I tend to be slow and numb to that feeling, unfortunately." he says and tilts his head to the side, looking up at the ceiling, "I think I would like that but I would have to warn you, if you become friends with me I might not let you go." his eyes glints.
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum:The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
"Unfortunately, I am not a someone per se. The only individual I have made friends with thus far has been a solar named Raphael, and I'm afraid there are very few ways to improve celestial flesh. Believe me, I've tried." He jots something down. "The only person I can think of at the moment I would like to be closer to at the moment would probably be you, but of course, I'd rather be able to continue reviewing the Red Plate. My bosses would have me thrown into the Gourmet Nightmare if I didn't give them a chance to try your food."
He looks down at his food before writing another note. "I thank you for talking with me. You are spoken about as often as the food is, you know. The people love you very much. I can see why. But for now, I believe I must wait for the next course before I can truly know you."
He chuckles "Friendship is hard for me, so you must be patient with me. I tend to be slow and numb to that feeling, unfortunately." he says and tilts his head to the side, looking up at the ceiling, "I think I would like that but I would have to warn you, if you become friends with me I might not let you go." his eyes glints.
"A deadly euphemism. Have no worry for me." He continues eating. "I expect to see you next course, chef."
"Unfortunately, I am not a someone per se. The only individual I have made friends with thus far has been a solar named Raphael, and I'm afraid there are very few ways to improve celestial flesh. Believe me, I've tried." He jots something down. "The only person I can think of at the moment I would like to be closer to at the moment would probably be you, but of course, I'd rather be able to continue reviewing the Red Plate. My bosses would have me thrown into the Gourmet Nightmare if I didn't give them a chance to try your food."
He looks down at his food before writing another note. "I thank you for talking with me. You are spoken about as often as the food is, you know. The people love you very much. I can see why. But for now, I believe I must wait for the next course before I can truly know you."
He chuckles "Friendship is hard for me, so you must be patient with me. I tend to be slow and numb to that feeling, unfortunately." he says and tilts his head to the side, looking up at the ceiling, "I think I would like that but I would have to warn you, if you become friends with me I might not let you go." his eyes glints.
"A deadly euphemism. Have no worry for me." He continues eating. "I expect to see you next course, chef."
"A deadly euphemism. Have no worry for me." He continues eating. "I expect to see you next course, chef."
He stands up, and nods his head "But of course."
Sytosc slowly but steadily finishes his meal. The large portion sizes don't seem to affect him at all. Be the end of it, he's still just as hungry as before... and just as rich, judging by the heavy tips.
"A deadly euphemism. Have no worry for me." He continues eating. "I expect to see you next course, chef."
He stands up, and nods his head "But of course."
Sytosc slowly but steadily finishes his meal. The large portion sizes don't seem to affect him at all. Be the end of it, he's still just as hungry as before... and just as rich, judging by the heavy tips.
William comes back with two plates again. One holds a cake, Tiramisu, that is dusted with cocoa and cinnamon. The other is not a plate but rather a shallow bowl that carries Puttanesca with olives and capers.
*THANK GOD FOR THE FEAT I GAVE HIM.*
He can't tell if he is being truthful or not, his face is blank except for the smile on his face.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I have to be. You never know who could be listening." he chuckles "As for names, I have none. They are simply what they are, nothing fancy covering them up behind titles and such." he moves a fork he notices with sharp eyes back into its original spot. "As for a supplier, I am it."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"A beautiful statement." He scribbles something down. "I will simply call them what they are. Now, I assume you are making a statement with your protein choice? I cannot fathom why one would want to utilize such an inconsistent and difficult type of meat otherwise. You have incredible talent and skill, for sure, but most of your caliber would rather be working with better ingredients."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"A statement?" He tilts his head before thinking it over "This world is filled with liars, cheaters, and other rotten people who would rather kill others if it meant they survived. I am simply making people closer, taking those horrible people and feeding them the people who they crush under their heel or those who they take for granted. They feel filled afterward, stomachs full of the people they surrounded themselves with." he closes his eyes, quiet for a moment before opening them again "Everyone has someone they want to be closer too. I suppose you do as well."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Jøken shrugs and starts eating. Perception to see if it's actually pork: 27
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*I think it would be an Investigation. Perception is used for detecting enemies.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*The pork could be a mimic?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Unfortunately, I am not a someone per se. The only individual I have made friends with thus far has been a solar named Raphael, and I'm afraid there are very few ways to improve celestial flesh. Believe me, I've tried." He jots something down. "The only person I can think of at the moment I would like to be closer to at the moment would probably be you, but of course, I'd rather be able to continue reviewing the Red Plate. My bosses would have me thrown into the Gourmet Nightmare if I didn't give them a chance to try your food."
He looks down at his food before writing another note. "I thank you for talking with me. You are spoken about as often as the food is, you know. The people love you very much. I can see why. But for now, I believe I must wait for the next course before I can truly know you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'd say investigation is actively searching for something specific, while perception is more like paying attention to your passive senses.*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
He chuckles "Friendship is hard for me, so you must be patient with me. I tend to be slow and numb to that feeling, unfortunately." he says and tilts his head to the side, looking up at the ceiling, "I think I would like that but I would have to warn you, if you become friends with me I might not let you go." his eyes glints.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*ooooh*
It tastes like.. meat. Just meat.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I am now advertising for my new PBP game: Dungeon of the DEAD mage: DOTMM with a twist!*
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/193222-recruiting-for-dungeon-of-the-dead-mage-dotmm-with?comment=1
Hey, It's me, RaccoonMaster! I'm back! I disappeared for a while there, but now everything's good and I'm trying to get into more games!
I'm a young opera singer, writer, actor, and backpacker from the US South! Pronouns are They/Them, though it's chill.
My Characters: Elsenia Selevarum: The Popular Paladin, Aasimar Noble, Level 5 Paladin of Redemption; Secret: The Awakened Scholar, Tiefling Genie-Touched, Level 3 Abberant Mind Sorcerer
Hope to see you around!
"A deadly euphemism. Have no worry for me." He continues eating. "I expect to see you next course, chef."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He stands up, and nods his head "But of course."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Sytosc slowly but steadily finishes his meal. The large portion sizes don't seem to affect him at all. Be the end of it, he's still just as hungry as before... and just as rich, judging by the heavy tips.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey everyone, brb. I have to go to food class and cook for people. :].*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Have fun!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Who wants drinks on me!"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
William comes back with two plates again. One holds a cake, Tiramisu, that is dusted with cocoa and cinnamon. The other is not a plate but rather a shallow bowl that carries Puttanesca with olives and capers.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Muy Quiet not :[*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘