06-10-2018, 10:45 PM
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☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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Pierce could not cook. He'd baked those burnt cookies that one time, but they had pretty much been his only "successful" attempt at anything heated that was food-related. However, for this week's weekly task, Jacob had requested that he cook up some uninfected prey for the clan, so despite his lack of talent, he was going to do his best to do as he was asked. So, after finding and hunting a few little surviving animals, he'd cleaned them up a bit and cut cubes of the food he'd managed to get. He also had a few vegetables and herbs he'd brought from his home, just to make it a little healthier and add some flavor.
Before him, Pierce had set up a small fire, one lined with stones. Laid across the stones were four sticks that were seemingly intended to be kebabs, which Pierce had read about in one of his cook books that he never used and (incorrectly) assumed would be difficult to mess up. At this point, though, he'd only burnt one section of one, and thanks to some of the spices he'd managed to find and sprinkle upon the food, it was starting to smell pretty good. Glancing up from his little project, the tom called, "Hey! Anyone want, some, uh... kebabs?"
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Before him, Pierce had set up a small fire, one lined with stones. Laid across the stones were four sticks that were seemingly intended to be kebabs, which Pierce had read about in one of his cook books that he never used and (incorrectly) assumed would be difficult to mess up. At this point, though, he'd only burnt one section of one, and thanks to some of the spices he'd managed to find and sprinkle upon the food, it was starting to smell pretty good. Glancing up from his little project, the tom called, "Hey! Anyone want, some, uh... kebabs?"
"speech"
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