Appointments Post

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[Action, May 18th]

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[When Edward gets back from his long, hard day slaving over the forge, he will find... actually, the first thing he'll find is some large, stinky covered buckets on the porch with water and pelts in them. Ignore the impromptu tannery, Ed. That is not your surprise. The second thing he'll find, looking through the living room into the kitchen, is Sigmund, slaving away over the stove. (You can take your kitchen ban and eat it. He likes cooking.)

And whatever he's cooking, it smells sweet and savory and delicious.

Surprise.]

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[Surprise indeed! The buckets outside - they don't need to hunt so much anymore since the food shop is just down the road, but sometimes it's good to get it yourself, so no complaints here - and the fact that it smells appealing are both conspiring to really shock him. It is somewhat warily that Edward enters the kitchen, peering in the doorway with lifted brows. He may usually view Sigmund's abilities with rose-coloured glasses, but he lacks the iron stomach required to call him a good cook.

Therefore this is kind of... suspicious.]

My lord?

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Good, you're back.

[Sigmund doesn't look up from what he's doing, which is adding some carefully measured spices to the pot. Quite a variety of spices, in fact. And, if the ingredients on the counter are to be believed, a dash of honey and some cider, the label of which proudly states that it's from Burguss. He takes a spoon from a small saucer, rinses it, and then gets a tiny taste of the broth.]

This needs more time, yet.

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[Why yes, he is back, though he's starting to wonder if he entered the Twilight Zone. (Or he would if he knew what that was.) This is all so... elaborate. And smells tasty. Did he actually follow a recipe? He hadn't even been aware that Sigmund was capable of such a thing.

...Er. Of course he was capable, but recipes were unworthy and trivial and as long as it was edible, it--

...Well, no matter... it really does smell delicious now. And Burguss ingredients? That's even more suspicious.]

My lord, what is all this...?