[PRP] Teatime (Yunara/Beelim)

[demon_pachabel]

As with most things food related, Beelim had been thinking about the tea and cake he'd planted into his own mind a few sevenday before. Sure, he'd thought about other foods that came and went - occasionally one of his brothers would reward one of his particularly potent cravings from outside of the Weyr with a special trip to retrieve it for him. But the tea had lingered as a mostly unknown.

He'd never had it, after all.

The occasional chore down in the kitchen, especially when he wasn't condemned to solely peeling tubers (though a few of his fellows hadn't let him live his venture for buns down) left him particularly inclined to daydream, even as he sliced and measured and tended to pots that he really had to fight to keep from partaking from himself to 'taste test'. That was a slippery slope. It was a serious temptation.

Dinner would be coming soon, however, and then all of the candidates would be ushered from their chores to go eat. That small wait was going to feel like eternity, though.

Mr Cheri

Let me know if you want it tweeked!

 

[demon_pachabel]

Beelim had been carefully checking the fire - not too hot, but not letting it burn down to nothing. He'd really been amazed to see how many of his fellows just let things burn and boil over because they didn't know how tokeep cooking embers fed just right. Another small piece of kindling was added to the side when he heard a rather familiar hiss.

"Are you still mad about the buns?" he asked Avarice frankly, as though he would receive an actual answer from the firelizard. "And hello, Yunara. Is this what you're tending to today?"

Mr Cheri

 

[demon_pachabel]

Despite the fact he shouldn't have felt like Avarice was a threat, due simply to size differences, Beelim still kept a cautious eye on her. Teeth and claws still hurt, after all.

"Oh, I didn't...I.." he frowned slightly, "I just thought it was a nice coincidence since I'm working over here today too." While he'd made some friends all around in the kitchens between chore assignments and that he was a bit of a sad canine that begged for scraps perhaps a little too often (oh, one of these days Padmia would have him for it), he'd not seen Yunara too much since their last conversation over buns. "Cooking is a little more exciting than peeling tubers."

Mr Cheri

 

[demon_pachabel]

Honestly, Beelim liked the cooking time about stews - yes, he would impatiently linger for them to be ready to eat but they had always made the house smell good for hours. "It's smelling wonderful," he said decisively, though he said that about most things. His stomach gave an appreciative burble to confirm his words.

"It's a necessary one and I know it is better to have a handful of candidates at it in shifts than have to do it yourself all the time." the poor kitchen staff would have had so little time to prepare everything else to feed hundreds of hungry bellies if they were stuck on tubers all day. "It's helping I can actually see."

Mr Cheri

CRIMES.

 

[demon_pachabel]

If Beelim noticed Yunara's emotional response, he didn't bring attention to it but did take a quiet note of it. But before he could say much in response to her comment about the recipe, she was off to check on something in the oven. Which left him staring down a little gold firelizard that had made her opinion of him known time and time again.

"My mothers would have loved having you on watch," Beelim commented, mostly to himself as he imagined the two women at their, unfortunately, futile efforts to keep their (almost) youngest from sneaking samples and snacks. However, as they had not deterred him neither did Avarice - and he wasn't even trying to get a sneak-taste of the stew. He, instead, took up the spoon to give it a careful stir.

Mr Cheri

 

[demon_pachabel]

Oh, woe were his boots - while Beelim had been startled by the lunging and biting, his boots were fortunately not much worse for wear.

"She didn't hurt me or do much damage to my boots," at least, not from what he could tell at the moment, "so it's no harm done." Even if it was clear Avarice didn't think so, what with all of her hissing and grousing about the whole ordeal. If he'd actually been trying to sneak (and he'd been tempted many a times in this kitchen, sigh) she would have made a decent finger-biting guard.

Mr Cheri

 

[demon_pachabel]

She seems to think you're a thief.

Beelim chuckled a little at those words. "My mothers would agree with her instincts," he confessed. "Not that I'm a thief but that one needs to keep their eyes on me where there is food," his stomach twisted to remind him he'd not indulged in any of the food that was obviously all around him for him to eat. He put a hand over it gingerly with a frown.

"Yeah. Doing a little more cooking and a little less peeling. Just trying to keep the fires going while I wait on some things to smoke," he'd been trusted with preserving some older cuts of meat, which had been salted and after some low smoking would at least stretch out another sevenday - perfect for, well...stews or the occasional nom-on-the-go.

Mr Cheri