food for the soul? [closed]
Characters: Chili (incineratus), Cress (waterwaiter), and Elesa (sparkalamode)
Date/Time: A few days after her post, sometime during the day.
Location: The Striaton Cafe!
Warnings: None except for Chili's cooking
Summary/Notes: Chili promised Elesa some good food, so he (reluctantly) roped Cress into helping him out.
Nice (well, nicer than usual) set-up? Check. Waiters? Check. Meal plan? Check.
Actual food? No check yet! Chili was in the kitchen, studying a cookbook intensely, knife in hand and the stoves on behind him a bit higher than they needed to be. Why oh why did he not choose something simpler to make? He wanted to prepare something that he was certain Elesa would like (the last thing needed was a screw-up with something like that, after all), but he never anticipated for it to be so difficult. The red-headed waiter wasn't allowed in the kitchen that often, and with good reason.
Sighing heavily to himself, he glanced up at the clock hanging from the wall. What time had she said she was going to arrive? He really didn't want to do this (again), but he felt like he was left with no other choice. He had to ask for help. Again.
"Cress! Give me a hand back here, will ya?"
Date/Time: A few days after her post, sometime during the day.
Location: The Striaton Cafe!
Warnings: None except for Chili's cooking
Summary/Notes: Chili promised Elesa some good food, so he (reluctantly) roped Cress into helping him out.
Nice (well, nicer than usual) set-up? Check. Waiters? Check. Meal plan? Check.
Actual food? No check yet! Chili was in the kitchen, studying a cookbook intensely, knife in hand and the stoves on behind him a bit higher than they needed to be. Why oh why did he not choose something simpler to make? He wanted to prepare something that he was certain Elesa would like (the last thing needed was a screw-up with something like that, after all), but he never anticipated for it to be so difficult. The red-headed waiter wasn't allowed in the kitchen that often, and with good reason.
Sighing heavily to himself, he glanced up at the clock hanging from the wall. What time had she said she was going to arrive? He really didn't want to do this (again), but he felt like he was left with no other choice. He had to ask for help. Again.
"Cress! Give me a hand back here, will ya?"