03-29-2020, 11:07 PM
She'd been in the Typhoon a while, for as long as she could remember actually, but hadn't made many - if any - appearances. If anything, Merida had been something more of a passing glance, the smell of food, or even soft whispers. Usually she kept to herself, cooking for herself, cleaning her own little home, but it had gotten tiresome and lonely.
Thus she decided she would cook once more, though this time more than she normally would, for after a while of boiling the water and cooking the pasta, the mutated caracal found herself padding out, cushioned rag on her head as she carefully balanced a fresh meal on her head, jaws wrapped around a basket carrying a blanket as she carried herself towards the beach.
It was a nice day for a picnic, she'd decided. A picnic where she'd meet others that she'd not met before, and converse with the other pirates while eating a meal. And thus she set it up, dropping the basket, placing the food down carefully so as not to ruin the big plate of food. Checkered blanket spread out on the sand, she'd place plates out, taking her own before grabbing some food with tongs, placing them carefully back into the middle before taking her own place to the side, sitting, waiting, and eating.
Rock shrimp pasta.
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Thus she decided she would cook once more, though this time more than she normally would, for after a while of boiling the water and cooking the pasta, the mutated caracal found herself padding out, cushioned rag on her head as she carefully balanced a fresh meal on her head, jaws wrapped around a basket carrying a blanket as she carried herself towards the beach.
It was a nice day for a picnic, she'd decided. A picnic where she'd meet others that she'd not met before, and converse with the other pirates while eating a meal. And thus she set it up, dropping the basket, placing the food down carefully so as not to ruin the big plate of food. Checkered blanket spread out on the sand, she'd place plates out, taking her own before grabbing some food with tongs, placing them carefully back into the middle before taking her own place to the side, sitting, waiting, and eating.
Rock shrimp pasta.
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