Felix (the strugel) has set up little shrines to the hospitality gods in the tavern and the Red Plate.
Oswald is recalling iron shipments so that he can melt them down instead of selling them.
Egregore is trying juggling tricks.
William watches him as he sets up the shrine, walking over "Which one is this for?"
Yuri watches quietly, learning more from just hearing it than simply half listening.
Donn watches from afar, tilting his head from side to side.
"This one is for the foods themselves. There's a special master-level appreciation technique called Food Honor that is supposed to make your dishes better, but I'm still just a gormless newbie at the moment. I want to be able to experience all the flavors and textures at their fullest strength, but Food Honor takes long hours of meditation and prayer."
"...I don't give a good damn. Tell them that we'll refund them." "..." "Well, refund them all!" "..." "Take it out of my pocket." "..." "Mr. Gristle, remember who you're talking to."
Felix (the strugel) has set up little shrines to the hospitality gods in the tavern and the Red Plate.
Oswald is recalling iron shipments so that he can melt them down instead of selling them.
Egregore is trying juggling tricks.
William watches him as he sets up the shrine, walking over "Which one is this for?"
Yuri watches quietly, learning more from just hearing it than simply half listening.
Donn watches from afar, tilting his head from side to side.
"This one is for the foods themselves. There's a special master-level appreciation technique called Food Honor that is supposed to make your dishes better, but I'm still just a gormless newbie at the moment. I want to be able to experience all the flavors and textures at their fullest strength, but Food Honor takes long hours of meditation and prayer."
"...I don't give a good damn. Tell them that we'll refund them." "..." "Well, refund them all!" "..." "Take it out of my pocket." "..." "Mr. Gristle, remember who you're talking to."
Egregore starts juggling underhand somehow.
William shakes his head "Do not say such things about yourself. You do not see how wonderful you are." He states, placing tomatoes on the counter.
She tilts her head from side to side like a curious cat. Yes, she feels a little guilty that the reason why these people are unhappy with him and that makes her feel bad.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"This one is for the foods themselves. There's a special master-level appreciation technique called Food Honor that is supposed to make your dishes better, but I'm still just a gormless newbie at the moment. I want to be able to experience all the flavors and textures at their fullest strength, but Food Honor takes long hours of meditation and prayer."
"...I don't give a good damn. Tell them that we'll refund them." "..." "Well, refund them all!" "..." "Take it out of my pocket." "..." "Mr. Gristle, remember who you're talking to."
Egregore starts juggling underhand somehow.
William shakes his head "Do not say such things about yourself. You do not see how wonderful you are." He states, placing tomatoes on the counter.
She tilts her head from side to side like a curious cat. Yes, she feels a little guilty that the reason why these people are unhappy with him and that makes her feel bad.
"Mastery only comes from the ability to appreciate one's work, not the quality of the work itself. Many are like me, trapped in a vicious cycle of never being 'good enough.' But I have a goal, and that's what makes me different. Have you ever heard of the renowned chef Mauric? Pretty much everyone uses his recipes these days. He's the epitome of cuisine, they say. I hate that. It implies that there is one 'best' art. I'm going to beat him in a Chef's Duel one day, and I'll show them all that it doesn't have to follow his work to be worthwhile."
Oswald chuckles behind the door. "You are a vile man, Mr. Gristle. Just remember who got you out of that orphanage." He hangs up.
"This one is for the foods themselves. There's a special master-level appreciation technique called Food Honor that is supposed to make your dishes better, but I'm still just a gormless newbie at the moment. I want to be able to experience all the flavors and textures at their fullest strength, but Food Honor takes long hours of meditation and prayer."
"...I don't give a good damn. Tell them that we'll refund them." "..." "Well, refund them all!" "..." "Take it out of my pocket." "..." "Mr. Gristle, remember who you're talking to."
Egregore starts juggling underhand somehow.
William shakes his head "Do not say such things about yourself. You do not see how wonderful you are." He states, placing tomatoes on the counter.
She tilts her head from side to side like a curious cat. Yes, she feels a little guilty that the reason why these people are unhappy with him and that makes her feel bad.
"Mastery only comes from the ability to appreciate one's work, not the quality of the work itself. Many are like me, trapped in a vicious cycle of never being 'good enough.' But I have a goal, and that's what makes me different. Have you ever heard of the renowned chef Mauric? Pretty much everyone uses his recipes these days. He's the epitome of cuisine, they say. I hate that. It implies that there is one 'best' art. I'm going to beat him in a Chef's Duel one day, and I'll show them all that it doesn't have to follow his work to be worthwhile."
Oswald chuckles behind the door. "You are a vile man, Mr. Gristle. Just remember who got you out of that orphanage." He hangs up.
*I tried to edit it because I saw I didn't add Donn. Apparently it didn't go through.*
Donn claps for him, whistling, like he just seen the best show ever.
William nods "I have heard of him, he tried to work for me but I wasn't looking to hire at the time." He said, shrugging slightly "I am glad however, how far he has come."
Yuri turns herself into a rat and shimmies under the doorway.
"Mastery only comes from the ability to appreciate one's work, not the quality of the work itself. Many are like me, trapped in a vicious cycle of never being 'good enough.' But I have a goal, and that's what makes me different. Have you ever heard of the renowned chef Mauric? Pretty much everyone uses his recipes these days. He's the epitome of cuisine, they say. I hate that. It implies that there is one 'best' art. I'm going to beat him in a Chef's Duel one day, and I'll show them all that it doesn't have to follow his work to be worthwhile."
Oswald chuckles behind the door. "You are a vile man, Mr. Gristle. Just remember who got you out of that orphanage." He hangs up.
*I tried to edit it because I saw I didn't add Donn. Apparently it didn't go through.*
Donn claps for him, whistling, like he just seen the best show ever.
William nods "I have heard of him, he tried to work for me but I wasn't looking to hire at the time." He said, shrugging slightly "I am glad however, how far he has come."
Yuri turns herself into a rat and shimmies under the doorway.
Egregore finally notices Donn. He bows, dropping the balls in the process.
"My family practically worships him. He is greatest in their eyes. I doubt he even knows. None of the writings on his work actually come from him anyway. My vast departures from his recipes and precepts are simply me expressing myself, not a disrespect to his art. But my family doesn't see it that way. In their eyes, there is an upper limit to the possibility of cuisine, and he is that upper limit. Anything worth cooking must emulate him. He hangs around here, unfortunately, so he's constantly in danger. If he dies, he'll be martyred and I'll have no way to prove my point. Everyone will look at my work and say 'It's great, but it'll never beat Mauric's,' but he'll be dead and no one will be able to compare the two."
Oswald sees Yuri, and his eyes flash with dispassionate killing intent as he raises his boot. No truesight, remember? He just sees a rat in his office.
"Mastery only comes from the ability to appreciate one's work, not the quality of the work itself. Many are like me, trapped in a vicious cycle of never being 'good enough.' But I have a goal, and that's what makes me different. Have you ever heard of the renowned chef Mauric? Pretty much everyone uses his recipes these days. He's the epitome of cuisine, they say. I hate that. It implies that there is one 'best' art. I'm going to beat him in a Chef's Duel one day, and I'll show them all that it doesn't have to follow his work to be worthwhile."
Oswald chuckles behind the door. "You are a vile man, Mr. Gristle. Just remember who got you out of that orphanage." He hangs up.
*I tried to edit it because I saw I didn't add Donn. Apparently it didn't go through.*
Donn claps for him, whistling, like he just seen the best show ever.
William nods "I have heard of him, he tried to work for me but I wasn't looking to hire at the time." He said, shrugging slightly "I am glad however, how far he has come."
Yuri turns herself into a rat and shimmies under the doorway.
Egregore finally notices Donn. He bows, dropping the balls in the process.
"My family practically worships him. He is greatest in their eyes. I doubt he even knows. None of the writings on his work actually come from him anyway. My vast departures from his recipes and precepts are simply me expressing myself, not a disrespect to his art. But my family doesn't see it that way. In their eyes, there is an upper limit to the possibility of cuisine, and he is that upper limit. Anything worth cooking must emulate him. He hangs around here, unfortunately, so he's constantly in danger. If he dies, he'll be martyred and I'll have no way to prove my point. Everyone will look at my work and say 'It's great, but it'll never beat Mauric's,' but he'll be dead and no one will be able to compare the two."
Oswald sees Yuri, and his eyes flash with dispassionate killing intent as he raises his boot. No truesight, remember? He just sees a rat in his office.
*BAALZ*
*CAN MY NEXT TWO SMORGASBORD CHARACTERs START AT LEVEL 3*
"Mastery only comes from the ability to appreciate one's work, not the quality of the work itself. Many are like me, trapped in a vicious cycle of never being 'good enough.' But I have a goal, and that's what makes me different. Have you ever heard of the renowned chef Mauric? Pretty much everyone uses his recipes these days. He's the epitome of cuisine, they say. I hate that. It implies that there is one 'best' art. I'm going to beat him in a Chef's Duel one day, and I'll show them all that it doesn't have to follow his work to be worthwhile."
Oswald chuckles behind the door. "You are a vile man, Mr. Gristle. Just remember who got you out of that orphanage." He hangs up.
*I tried to edit it because I saw I didn't add Donn. Apparently it didn't go through.*
Donn claps for him, whistling, like he just seen the best show ever.
William nods "I have heard of him, he tried to work for me but I wasn't looking to hire at the time." He said, shrugging slightly "I am glad however, how far he has come."
Yuri turns herself into a rat and shimmies under the doorway.
Egregore finally notices Donn. He bows, dropping the balls in the process.
"My family practically worships him. He is greatest in their eyes. I doubt he even knows. None of the writings on his work actually come from him anyway. My vast departures from his recipes and precepts are simply me expressing myself, not a disrespect to his art. But my family doesn't see it that way. In their eyes, there is an upper limit to the possibility of cuisine, and he is that upper limit. Anything worth cooking must emulate him. He hangs around here, unfortunately, so he's constantly in danger. If he dies, he'll be martyred and I'll have no way to prove my point. Everyone will look at my work and say 'It's great, but it'll never beat Mauric's,' but he'll be dead and no one will be able to compare the two."
Oswald sees Yuri, and his eyes flash with dispassionate killing intent as he raises his boot. No truesight, remember? He just sees a rat in his office.
Donn walks over and picks them up, handing them to him. "I have a favor to ask, if you are willing to listen?"
William grabs a stool and moves it over to the counter, he gestures to it. "I feel like, if you are making it, it is your creation. Every meal has been passed down from generations but we all have our own way of making it."
She squeaks in fear and disappears under his desk.
Egregore finally notices Donn. He bows, dropping the balls in the process.
"My family practically worships him. He is greatest in their eyes. I doubt he even knows. None of the writings on his work actually come from him anyway. My vast departures from his recipes and precepts are simply me expressing myself, not a disrespect to his art. But my family doesn't see it that way. In their eyes, there is an upper limit to the possibility of cuisine, and he is that upper limit. Anything worth cooking must emulate him. He hangs around here, unfortunately, so he's constantly in danger. If he dies, he'll be martyred and I'll have no way to prove my point. Everyone will look at my work and say 'It's great, but it'll never beat Mauric's,' but he'll be dead and no one will be able to compare the two."
Oswald sees Yuri, and his eyes flash with dispassionate killing intent as he raises his boot. No truesight, remember? He just sees a rat in his office.
Donn walks over and picks them up, handing them to him. "I have a favor to ask, if you are willing to listen?"
William grabs a stool and moves it over to the counter, he gestures to it. "I feel like, if you are making it, it is your creation. Every meal has been passed down from generations but we all have our own way of making it."
She squeaks in fear and disappears under his desk.
Egregore nods, clutching the fabric spheres as though they were precious jewels.
Felix sits down on the stool as silently requested. "Yeah, but I don't want to just make Mauric's recipes. There's, like, an infinite amount of foods he hasn't made yet. Recipes from different cultures, voices he hasn't heard yet. I don't need to be better. I just need to prove that something can be different and still worth doing. Everyone has different strengths and weaknesses, and we can't all match him, right?"
He moves with terrifying speed, lunging under the desk and grabbing her. "Little rodent... can't believe you got past security..." he mutters, placing one hand around her neck and the other around her body. He prepares to twist, then he thinks for a moment. "Yuri likes little creatures..." He walks out of his office and heads for the exit. "Dumb rat. The one building designed with killing you in mind, and you walk right into it. You survived, though. I'd almost think you clever, had you not entered the one room with an intelligent being in it while that being was in a very bad mood."
Egregore finally notices Donn. He bows, dropping the balls in the process.
"My family practically worships him. He is greatest in their eyes. I doubt he even knows. None of the writings on his work actually come from him anyway. My vast departures from his recipes and precepts are simply me expressing myself, not a disrespect to his art. But my family doesn't see it that way. In their eyes, there is an upper limit to the possibility of cuisine, and he is that upper limit. Anything worth cooking must emulate him. He hangs around here, unfortunately, so he's constantly in danger. If he dies, he'll be martyred and I'll have no way to prove my point. Everyone will look at my work and say 'It's great, but it'll never beat Mauric's,' but he'll be dead and no one will be able to compare the two."
Oswald sees Yuri, and his eyes flash with dispassionate killing intent as he raises his boot. No truesight, remember? He just sees a rat in his office.
Donn walks over and picks them up, handing them to him. "I have a favor to ask, if you are willing to listen?"
William grabs a stool and moves it over to the counter, he gestures to it. "I feel like, if you are making it, it is your creation. Every meal has been passed down from generations but we all have our own way of making it."
She squeaks in fear and disappears under his desk.
Egregore nods, clutching the fabric spheres as though they were precious jewels.
Felix sits down on the stool as silently requested. "Yeah, but I don't want to just make Mauric's recipes. There's, like, an infinite amount of foods he hasn't made yet. Recipes from different cultures, voices he hasn't heard yet. I don't need to be better. I just need to prove that something can be different and still worth doing. Everyone has different strengths and weaknesses, and we can't all match him, right?"
He moves with terrifying speed, lunging under the desk and grabbing her. "Little rodent... can't believe you got past security..." he mutters, placing one hand around her neck and the other around her body. He prepares to twist, then he thinks for a moment. "Yuri likes little creatures..." He walks out of his office and heads for the exit. "Dumb rat. The one building designed with killing you in mind, and you walk right into it. I'd almost think you clever, had you not entered the one room with an intelligent being in it while that being was in a very bad mood."
"What's else can you do?" Donn sits cross legged in the grass.
"Of course not.' he said, nodding, dicing the tomatoes. (everyone watch out, William is going to murder anyone who hurts Felix)
(Apparently my English teacher wants to have a potluck tomorrow. I'm confused about why she decided to tell us the day before because she wants us to bring stuff in for it)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
(Apparently my English teacher wants to have a potluck tomorrow. I'm confused about why she decided to tell us the day before because she wants us to bring stuff in for it)
(Apparently my English teacher wants to have a potluck tomorrow. I'm confused about why she decided to tell us the day before because she wants us to bring stuff in for it)
*That's horrible. That makes me fear for her.*
(I don't have anything in my pantry so I'm probably just going to grab a box of cookies from the store)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
(Apparently my English teacher wants to have a potluck tomorrow. I'm confused about why she decided to tell us the day before because she wants us to bring stuff in for it)
*That's horrible. That makes me fear for her.*
(I don't have anything in my pantry so I'm probably just going to grab a box of cookies from the store)
(Apparently my English teacher wants to have a potluck tomorrow. I'm confused about why she decided to tell us the day before because she wants us to bring stuff in for it)
*That's horrible. That makes me fear for her.*
(I don't have anything in my pantry so I'm probably just going to grab a box of cookies from the store)
*Good idea.*
(Hopefully my dad is feeling up to taking me there)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Egregore nods, clutching the fabric spheres as though they were precious jewels.
Felix sits down on the stool as silently requested. "Yeah, but I don't want to just make Mauric's recipes. There's, like, an infinite amount of foods he hasn't made yet. Recipes from different cultures, voices he hasn't heard yet. I don't need to be better. I just need to prove that something can be different and still worth doing. Everyone has different strengths and weaknesses, and we can't all match him, right?"
He moves with terrifying speed, lunging under the desk and grabbing her. "Little rodent... can't believe you got past security..." he mutters, placing one hand around her neck and the other around her body. He prepares to twist, then he thinks for a moment. "Yuri likes little creatures..." He walks out of his office and heads for the exit. "Dumb rat. The one building designed with killing you in mind, and you walk right into it. I'd almost think you clever, had you not entered the one room with an intelligent being in it while that being was in a very bad mood."
"What's else can you do?" Donn sits cross legged in the grass.
"Of course not.' he said, nodding, dicing the tomatoes. (everyone watch out, William is going to murder anyone who hurts Felix)
She huffs, squirming around.
He shrugs noncommittally. "I am an embodiment of decadence, fright, and darkness. Within those domains, I can do anything. Ever heard of the concept of 'Rule of Scary?' I operate by it."
"Thank you for understanding, man. It's really hard to work when no one believes in what you can do. I just wanna, like, make all sorts of crazy stuff. Your stock helps me with that. I mean, where else can I get lizardfolk pineal glands in such high quantities? Thank you so much for letting me work here, sir."
He places her on the ground outside. He sighs. "Be thankful. Rodents are a huge workplace hazard and I would be completely justified in wringing you like a towel. Now go home to your little rat friends or something. This isn't a good place for you." He heads back inside.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Silly Billy gives me genuine creepypasta vibes and it's incredible*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Jack doesn't seem to notice, he is already on his fifth lap.
He narrows his eyes and follows the scent.
Yuri tilts her head, eyes narrowed.
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
William watches him as he sets up the shrine, walking over "Which one is this for?"
Yuri watches quietly, learning more from just hearing it than simply half listening.
Donn watches from afar, tilting his head from side to side.
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
"This one is for the foods themselves. There's a special master-level appreciation technique called Food Honor that is supposed to make your dishes better, but I'm still just a gormless newbie at the moment. I want to be able to experience all the flavors and textures at their fullest strength, but Food Honor takes long hours of meditation and prayer."
"...I don't give a good damn. Tell them that we'll refund them." "..." "Well, refund them all!" "..." "Take it out of my pocket." "..." "Mr. Gristle, remember who you're talking to."
Egregore starts juggling underhand somehow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
William shakes his head "Do not say such things about yourself. You do not see how wonderful you are." He states, placing tomatoes on the counter.
She tilts her head from side to side like a curious cat. Yes, she feels a little guilty that the reason why these people are unhappy with him and that makes her feel bad.
Donn claps for him.
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
(Bored :< )
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Mastery only comes from the ability to appreciate one's work, not the quality of the work itself. Many are like me, trapped in a vicious cycle of never being 'good enough.' But I have a goal, and that's what makes me different. Have you ever heard of the renowned chef Mauric? Pretty much everyone uses his recipes these days. He's the epitome of cuisine, they say. I hate that. It implies that there is one 'best' art. I'm going to beat him in a Chef's Duel one day, and I'll show them all that it doesn't have to follow his work to be worthwhile."
Oswald chuckles behind the door. "You are a vile man, Mr. Gristle. Just remember who got you out of that orphanage." He hangs up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I tried to edit it because I saw I didn't add Donn. Apparently it didn't go through.*
Donn claps for him, whistling, like he just seen the best show ever.
William nods "I have heard of him, he tried to work for me but I wasn't looking to hire at the time." He said, shrugging slightly "I am glad however, how far he has come."
Yuri turns herself into a rat and shimmies under the doorway.
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
Egregore finally notices Donn. He bows, dropping the balls in the process.
"My family practically worships him. He is greatest in their eyes. I doubt he even knows. None of the writings on his work actually come from him anyway. My vast departures from his recipes and precepts are simply me expressing myself, not a disrespect to his art. But my family doesn't see it that way. In their eyes, there is an upper limit to the possibility of cuisine, and he is that upper limit. Anything worth cooking must emulate him. He hangs around here, unfortunately, so he's constantly in danger. If he dies, he'll be martyred and I'll have no way to prove my point. Everyone will look at my work and say 'It's great, but it'll never beat Mauric's,' but he'll be dead and no one will be able to compare the two."
Oswald sees Yuri, and his eyes flash with dispassionate killing intent as he raises his boot. No truesight, remember? He just sees a rat in his office.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*BAALZ*
*CAN MY NEXT TWO SMORGASBORD CHARACTERs START AT LEVEL 3*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*Sure, I don't see why not. But they start at the lowest possible points for level three.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Donn walks over and picks them up, handing them to him. "I have a favor to ask, if you are willing to listen?"
William grabs a stool and moves it over to the counter, he gestures to it. "I feel like, if you are making it, it is your creation. Every meal has been passed down from generations but we all have our own way of making it."
She squeaks in fear and disappears under his desk.
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
Egregore nods, clutching the fabric spheres as though they were precious jewels.
Felix sits down on the stool as silently requested. "Yeah, but I don't want to just make Mauric's recipes. There's, like, an infinite amount of foods he hasn't made yet. Recipes from different cultures, voices he hasn't heard yet. I don't need to be better. I just need to prove that something can be different and still worth doing. Everyone has different strengths and weaknesses, and we can't all match him, right?"
He moves with terrifying speed, lunging under the desk and grabbing her. "Little rodent... can't believe you got past security..." he mutters, placing one hand around her neck and the other around her body. He prepares to twist, then he thinks for a moment. "Yuri likes little creatures..." He walks out of his office and heads for the exit. "Dumb rat. The one building designed with killing you in mind, and you walk right into it. You survived, though. I'd almost think you clever, had you not entered the one room with an intelligent being in it while that being was in a very bad mood."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What's else can you do?" Donn sits cross legged in the grass.
"Of course not.' he said, nodding, dicing the tomatoes. (everyone watch out, William is going to murder anyone who hurts Felix)
She huffs, squirming around.
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
(Apparently my English teacher wants to have a potluck tomorrow. I'm confused about why she decided to tell us the day before because she wants us to bring stuff in for it)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*That's horrible. That makes me fear for her.*
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 don't have anything in my pantry so I'm probably just going to grab a box of cookies from the store)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Good idea.*
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
(Hopefully my dad is feeling up to taking me there)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He shrugs noncommittally. "I am an embodiment of decadence, fright, and darkness. Within those domains, I can do anything. Ever heard of the concept of 'Rule of Scary?' I operate by it."
"Thank you for understanding, man. It's really hard to work when no one believes in what you can do. I just wanna, like, make all sorts of crazy stuff. Your stock helps me with that. I mean, where else can I get lizardfolk pineal glands in such high quantities? Thank you so much for letting me work here, sir."
He places her on the ground outside. He sighs. "Be thankful. Rodents are a huge workplace hazard and I would be completely justified in wringing you like a towel. Now go home to your little rat friends or something. This isn't a good place for you." He heads back inside.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels