02-02-2020, 04:41 AM
By the time his dish had exited the cooking process, it appeared as though it was more likely to eat him - rather than the other way around. Eggs Benedict Casserole. That was the dish the wolfhound sank four of his day's hours into. Four wearisome hours consisting solely of nonstop trials and tribulations, near-death experiences, and gut-wrenching failures, along with a handful of instances in which Leroy's kitchen nearabout engulfed itself in flames. The recipe seemed really easy too, and for the first thirty minutes, the mongrel truly felt that he had the gist of it. So where had he gone wrong? Was it when he had mistakenly substituted sugar for salt, or when he used mustard in place of Hollandaise sauce? Of course, there was also the time where the eggs turned into a grisly brown, an event that also altered the serving's scent into smelling of calamity. Upon the recipe book's page, the entrée struck as a homey, delicious, savoury meal. In reality, however, it resembled what would occur if a skunk had an offspring with a slug - both in appearance and smell.
Tanglewood's leader arrives to the occasion with a visage of worry plastered across his mug. He typically didn't give a rat's bony ass about what people saw of him, or his ungodly edible creations. Everybody on the island was an animal, after all, so what did they know about food? Howbeit, today's celebration was an event shared by the two tight-knit tribes; embarrassment was not an option. Upon arrival, the tall male immediately sought the chance to obscure his dish amongst the rest. He bounds towards the table topped with the most foodstuffs and strategically places the receptacle containing the atrocious casserole abaft the other attendants' nourishments, so that detecting it among the other choices would prove strenuous.
Phew.
Now that his primary task was out of the way, the male allowed himself to relax. He would have gone out of his way to indulge himself in smalltalk with those present, but with everyone else apparently wrapped up in a giant, intertwining conversation, he figured it'd be best to simply wait for someone to approach him. As much as he enjoyed Goldenluxury's presence, the number of people setting themselves on her was far too great for him to get involved. Was he well-known enough to garner another's attention, though? That, he was unsure of. He guesses that he'll just have to wait and see.
Tanglewood's leader arrives to the occasion with a visage of worry plastered across his mug. He typically didn't give a rat's bony ass about what people saw of him, or his ungodly edible creations. Everybody on the island was an animal, after all, so what did they know about food? Howbeit, today's celebration was an event shared by the two tight-knit tribes; embarrassment was not an option. Upon arrival, the tall male immediately sought the chance to obscure his dish amongst the rest. He bounds towards the table topped with the most foodstuffs and strategically places the receptacle containing the atrocious casserole abaft the other attendants' nourishments, so that detecting it among the other choices would prove strenuous.
Phew.
Now that his primary task was out of the way, the male allowed himself to relax. He would have gone out of his way to indulge himself in smalltalk with those present, but with everyone else apparently wrapped up in a giant, intertwining conversation, he figured it'd be best to simply wait for someone to approach him. As much as he enjoyed Goldenluxury's presence, the number of people setting themselves on her was far too great for him to get involved. Was he well-known enough to garner another's attention, though? That, he was unsure of. He guesses that he'll just have to wait and see.