08-11-2018, 12:34 PM
In the company of many others who had received their weekly tasks, he had obtained what was likely the one most incompatible with his abilities. Some lucky saps got desirable jobs like setting up sparring competitions and scavenger hunts, all the while Leroy had to cook up something to serve to everyone. First off, he didn’t think he was trusted enough to cook something for everyone - hell, he didn’t even trust himself. There was the chance that he could mistakenly mix two ingredients together that weren’t supposed to come into contact, or there was always the possibility that he’d “accidentally” pollute his dish with a little poison. To continue, the mutt didn’t possess the slightest knowledge of cooking; he’d be surprised if he could boil water.
Having an absence of any originality whatsoever, Leroy chose to bake a pie, a chicken pot pie. It was a very rough process. There was no shortage of wounds and swears. There was, however, a shortage of peas and potatoes, vital ingredients to the recipe, and he wasn’t committed to this enough to wander over to the barn so that he may grab some. Yet, the famine of those two vegetables was overshadowed by the inconsistency of the pastry’s temperature, as some portions were still cold, whereas most of its mass was burnt to a crisp.
You’d think he’d have a lack of brain cells to bring his “dish” out into public, though Leroy had a reason for it. Despite lacking creativity, he hypothesized that, through this single activity, he could determine who the liars from the honest here in Tanglewood. If one were to bite into his monstrosity, and actually say it is good, they were a rotten fibber. Opposite of that, if a Tangler admitted that it was in similar quality to fecal matter, they could be trusted in the future.
"Alright!" he announced excitedly, ”Soup’s on!”
Having an absence of any originality whatsoever, Leroy chose to bake a pie, a chicken pot pie. It was a very rough process. There was no shortage of wounds and swears. There was, however, a shortage of peas and potatoes, vital ingredients to the recipe, and he wasn’t committed to this enough to wander over to the barn so that he may grab some. Yet, the famine of those two vegetables was overshadowed by the inconsistency of the pastry’s temperature, as some portions were still cold, whereas most of its mass was burnt to a crisp.
You’d think he’d have a lack of brain cells to bring his “dish” out into public, though Leroy had a reason for it. Despite lacking creativity, he hypothesized that, through this single activity, he could determine who the liars from the honest here in Tanglewood. If one were to bite into his monstrosity, and actually say it is good, they were a rotten fibber. Opposite of that, if a Tangler admitted that it was in similar quality to fecal matter, they could be trusted in the future.
"Alright!" he announced excitedly, ”Soup’s on!”