08-07-2018, 12:22 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 470px; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify;line-height: 110%; color:black"]It seemed the two shared a love for food though her own was not crafted from the lack of choice denying her various pleasures found in certain treats and her own taste was more inclined towards spice over sweet, all the same she was not one to pass up on a sweet treat when it was offered. Unsurprisingly the draw of this event was more the potluck than the meet and greet aspect, her knowledge of those present within the group minimal, barely encompassing names and faces beyond a select few, but it seemed right for her to be there all the same.
Though not the best where it came to the kitchen, she could work out her way about each appliance and in truth enjoyed experimenting sometimes, she had slowly been teaching herself and even sought lessons from others who cared to offer. Now she had little time for such, preoccupied with learning all she could so nothing could shake her once more and so she could be of assistance not dead weight waiting for orders on how to help, but she took the chance to cook. With a cook book open before she it was a slow process bringing it all together, keeping an eye on the rice as it boiled to make sure it wasn't overdone or didn't cook right was the worst of it, she set about her work with a glee that seemed foreign to the child.
Quickly the smell of strong spices and chicken rose from her portion of the kitchen, the clatter of bowls rising as she called to the two she had asked for assistance, spooning a mound of rice into a large one. Over the top she carefully distributed the butter chicken, tail flicking towards the serving dish once she was done and her assistants set to work moving it. Sliding it onto a table a stack of small bowls and a few serving spoons were placed next to it for any who wished to take some, for now leaving it to turn her attention towards the other part of this, not before she swiped a piece of sushi, however, which she chewed upon as the others spoke.
“Ah'm Aita,” deciding to leave off her last names she gave a somewhat pointed look at Caesar, eyes narrowed as she thought better of adding her own title and thinking little of the officer for adding his own, filing away a thought to never address him as such for his persistence had only grated upon her nerves. “Ah'm a sage an that -” with this she lifted a paw to point towards Pincher “-is me da, or ona em, I like ta carve, bone, wood, anyting is good, I collect knives an mah favourite good is shrimp.” Useless factoids for the most part but they were enough for Aita and so would have to do.
With this done she once more moved to the food tables and took a bowl of her own food, taking it to a corner where she sat to enjoy and watch the others who came up, only focusing enough to get names and faces to put them to.
[ hey i'm grimm / cy just a simple butch living on a mountain in rural farm land with a ton of cows around, i've been writing for about ten years now with a few projects in the works and have hopes to open my own restaurant one day. four facts about me, i've driven both an old and new tractor and yet still flipped a quad bike cause i'm a fool, i'll be 21 soon, i've helped to make home brew alcohol and i love to knit, sow and sketch little projects i want to make into stuffed toys one of these days ]
Though not the best where it came to the kitchen, she could work out her way about each appliance and in truth enjoyed experimenting sometimes, she had slowly been teaching herself and even sought lessons from others who cared to offer. Now she had little time for such, preoccupied with learning all she could so nothing could shake her once more and so she could be of assistance not dead weight waiting for orders on how to help, but she took the chance to cook. With a cook book open before she it was a slow process bringing it all together, keeping an eye on the rice as it boiled to make sure it wasn't overdone or didn't cook right was the worst of it, she set about her work with a glee that seemed foreign to the child.
Quickly the smell of strong spices and chicken rose from her portion of the kitchen, the clatter of bowls rising as she called to the two she had asked for assistance, spooning a mound of rice into a large one. Over the top she carefully distributed the butter chicken, tail flicking towards the serving dish once she was done and her assistants set to work moving it. Sliding it onto a table a stack of small bowls and a few serving spoons were placed next to it for any who wished to take some, for now leaving it to turn her attention towards the other part of this, not before she swiped a piece of sushi, however, which she chewed upon as the others spoke.
“Ah'm Aita,” deciding to leave off her last names she gave a somewhat pointed look at Caesar, eyes narrowed as she thought better of adding her own title and thinking little of the officer for adding his own, filing away a thought to never address him as such for his persistence had only grated upon her nerves. “Ah'm a sage an that -” with this she lifted a paw to point towards Pincher “-is me da, or ona em, I like ta carve, bone, wood, anyting is good, I collect knives an mah favourite good is shrimp.” Useless factoids for the most part but they were enough for Aita and so would have to do.
With this done she once more moved to the food tables and took a bowl of her own food, taking it to a corner where she sat to enjoy and watch the others who came up, only focusing enough to get names and faces to put them to.
[ hey i'm grimm / cy just a simple butch living on a mountain in rural farm land with a ton of cows around, i've been writing for about ten years now with a few projects in the works and have hopes to open my own restaurant one day. four facts about me, i've driven both an old and new tractor and yet still flipped a quad bike cause i'm a fool, i'll be 21 soon, i've helped to make home brew alcohol and i love to knit, sow and sketch little projects i want to make into stuffed toys one of these days ]