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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.
2: gone fishin
Date: 2024-08-07 08:32 pm (UTC)He comes up to the end of the dock, near Senshi. Peers over the edge. And then when there's a flash of movement in the water...Link jumps right in and grabs the fish, with his bare hands.
Sorry if you were trying to catch that one, Senshi.
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From:4, before the sign goes up
Date: 2024-08-07 10:56 pm (UTC)One particular night, after a rather trying day, the farm girl's snuck into the kitchen again, trying to be quiet as she works. Tonight she feels like clafouti, and maybe some butter baked potatoes beforehand with some protein, because frankly she burns through food like no one's business. She's brought a lot of her own ingredients, so it's more a matter of needing the space.
Apron on, long hair pulled back into a ponytail under her hat, she sets to work on the recipes, humming softly to herself, unaware of anyone who might be watching out for trespassers...Bake the stress away, away, we bake the stress away~
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Date: 2024-08-31 04:47 pm (UTC)The octopus turning into an elf, who gives a "Hello!" as they turn to gather up the fish they caught might be more of a surprise.
"I didn't see you up there. I'm sorry if I scared off the other fish. I was trying to stick close to the hull and ambush them."
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