Conqueror in Training
12:00 AM, Free and, well, free from prison.
"I've never had boiled intestine with sheep brains, I dunno if that is any good," she mumbled to herself, curiously. She thought of what it would look like. How would she eat it? Would it be in a bowl or a plate? Would it taste good? She really assumed Coilin would make something that tasted good, but the prospect of intestine was an odd one... It would be good.... right?Free Empire of the Low Isles wrote:Saleon wrote: "You will cook for me..." Unyan said, thinking of her food, " something delicious!" She paused, thinking of her answer. "well, that's not very specific," she mumbled, she scuffed her feet while looking awkwardly at the ground, trying to figure out what would suffice. She then decided for something different, "make me... give me the chef's special! Your signature dish!"
She looked at his eyes, trying to see his fire, his tenacity, his vision. She had little clue what goes on in his head, but she knew he'd think of something to impress! ... or at least try to. She was immensely hungry, so anything he had would fill her up. She just knew his mind would cook up something that she would love. Kinda like him.
Coilin McAengus
"Alright then! Boiled ship intestine with sheep brains stuffed inside coming right up!" Coilin announced, seemingly serious as he started making himself busy around the kitchen. After a moment, he looked back at Unyan. "I'm joking... I'll make pizza. Since you seem to be so hungry, you get your own pie."
With that, he started up the oven, got fresh pepperoni and mozzarella, and then started kneading and pulling dough.
So coiling did pizza instead. Her eyes glittered at the sight of him making bread. She liked watching him knead bread. Watch his arms smash into the dough with intensity. She just liked watching.