Post by Fang on May 1, 2023 4:45:53 GMT
The sun was beating down upon the deck, but the crisp air was growing colder by the day. Leo had finished his duties, scrubbed the ship from top to bottom with the lovely lavender scented soap he had obtained in Allegria. His wound had healed well enough, only minor discomfort with the wrong twists and pulls that he could mostly ignore. The only thing he had left to do?
Visit the mess for a grand meal, something large enough to hold him for his stint in the crow cage. He had reported his health dutifully and was certain they would command his detainment at any moment. He slipped through the empty hall and into the kitchen, scanning the raw ingredients for anything he readily available. His cooking skills were limited, but many ingredients were quite enjoyable alone. A larger cabinet caught his eye, a likely home for vegetables, or maybe fruit if he was lucky. His stomach gave an anxious rumble as he popped the cabinet door open.
Potatoes, mostly fallen from the sack and sparse. He turned away, dejected. Potatoes were not good raw, and he wasn’t sure he has time to boil them. Perhaps he could roast them over the coals with one of the onions he found in an upper cabinet? Wait…
Leo turned back to the cabinet slowly, a spark of recognition setting to flames of curiosity. That was not a sack of potatoes. Was this the little girl Emryk had spoken of? ”Uhm, hello potato girl?” he said with a nervous wave.
Visit the mess for a grand meal, something large enough to hold him for his stint in the crow cage. He had reported his health dutifully and was certain they would command his detainment at any moment. He slipped through the empty hall and into the kitchen, scanning the raw ingredients for anything he readily available. His cooking skills were limited, but many ingredients were quite enjoyable alone. A larger cabinet caught his eye, a likely home for vegetables, or maybe fruit if he was lucky. His stomach gave an anxious rumble as he popped the cabinet door open.
Potatoes, mostly fallen from the sack and sparse. He turned away, dejected. Potatoes were not good raw, and he wasn’t sure he has time to boil them. Perhaps he could roast them over the coals with one of the onions he found in an upper cabinet? Wait…
Leo turned back to the cabinet slowly, a spark of recognition setting to flames of curiosity. That was not a sack of potatoes. Was this the little girl Emryk had spoken of? ”Uhm, hello potato girl?” he said with a nervous wave.
