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01: Grilled Whole Fish in Chimichurri; Sugar Cookies with Chocolate Chunks (OTA)
1: new mouths to feed
After the grueling and humiliating ordeal of cooking for Imperial nobility, Senshi is much happier back home slinging chowder and biscuits for his fellow revolutionaries.
There are a lot of new faces after the last, successful raid, and he sometimes greets these with cup of hot coffee or tea and a “so how are you settling in?” After all, someone has to make sure these kids are fed and well taken care of.
2: gone fishin
Part of Senshi’s supply he hunts and forages himself. This week, he’s fly-fishing off the dock with a rod, quite successfully, occasionally throwing back small or roe-laden individuals, humming a merry tune. He also occasionally checks crab traps and octopus jars.
Fellow fishermen are more than welcome to join him.
3: vis pacem para bellum
Senshi has an axe and a shield.
Senshi is training with his axe and his shield.
His style is quick, brutal, and to the point.
Spar with him?
4: don’t mess with my mise
It’s become clear, to Senshi’s annoyance, that folks have been going into what he thinks of his kitchen (of many communal kitchens in Flotsam) and cooking when he’s not around. The discrepancy between what supplies were written down and what was actually on hand.
Finding dirty dishes is the last straw. He posts a sign:
You Are Welcome To Use The Kitchen,
If You:
- Ask In Advance
- Write Down What You Use
- Clean Up After Yourself
Ask Senshi of Izaganda For Details
And he’s petty enough to start standing guard - catching presumably illiterate amateur culinarians red-handed.
After the grueling and humiliating ordeal of cooking for Imperial nobility, Senshi is much happier back home slinging chowder and biscuits for his fellow revolutionaries.
There are a lot of new faces after the last, successful raid, and he sometimes greets these with cup of hot coffee or tea and a “so how are you settling in?” After all, someone has to make sure these kids are fed and well taken care of.
2: gone fishin
Part of Senshi’s supply he hunts and forages himself. This week, he’s fly-fishing off the dock with a rod, quite successfully, occasionally throwing back small or roe-laden individuals, humming a merry tune. He also occasionally checks crab traps and octopus jars.
Fellow fishermen are more than welcome to join him.
3: vis pacem para bellum
Senshi has an axe and a shield.
Senshi is training with his axe and his shield.
His style is quick, brutal, and to the point.
Spar with him?
4: don’t mess with my mise
It’s become clear, to Senshi’s annoyance, that folks have been going into what he thinks of his kitchen (of many communal kitchens in Flotsam) and cooking when he’s not around. The discrepancy between what supplies were written down and what was actually on hand.
Finding dirty dishes is the last straw. He posts a sign:
You Are Welcome To Use The Kitchen,
If You:
- Ask In Advance
- Write Down What You Use
- Clean Up After Yourself
Ask Senshi of Izaganda For Details
And he’s petty enough to start standing guard - catching presumably illiterate amateur culinarians red-handed.
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Senshi visibly relaxed, a finger under where his mouth must be indicating he’s thinking of possibilities.
“Others haven’t been as polite.”
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Nephenee nods. "Ah've been tryin' to replace what Ah take the next day if Ah don't got it when Ah come. Definitely cleanin' after myself. Be rude to not." That, and she's a tidy person in general, especially in the kitchen - one of those people that actually cleans as they go.
"Has...a lotta stuff gone missin'?"
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He looks over her work. “Never got the hang of dessert baking,” he admits. “Looks like yours is fine work.”
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Senshi's praise, though, quickly makes her emorionally backpedal from calming down as she blushes bright red. It's not as bad as when she was in that maid outfit he'd seen her in, but she's still taken aback.
"A-Aw, it...it's jus' somethin' from back home, n-nothin' f-fancy..." The country girl sputters, rubbing her neck as she looks away from him, crimson quickly spreading past her cheeks.
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At her protests, he may be smiling. "Fancy's overrated. Proof of the pudding is in the eating, they say. I may have some of that ice cream I mentioned earlier to try with it..."
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"Well...ain't had any complaints 'bout the eatin' from nobody. Ah still ain't tried that 'ice cream' stuff, though...wonder what it'd be like with it."
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Senshi presents Nephenee with such a dish and a spoon. "To your health," he says.
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"An t'yours!" She replies back enthusiastically, and the eternally hungry girl can't help digging her spoon in almost immediately after. The new creation pops into her mouth, and...
...She has no idea what is going on here, but it's so good. The flavour and texture of the ice cream is unlike anything she's had before, and the contrast of the cold, now-softened cream with the hot custard-like clafoutis is amazing. Whatever the flavour of the ice cream is, it goes well with the almond and cherry of the other dish, and...yeah, she's just going to have her eyes closed and a derpy smile on her face as she takes this in.