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DraconicFeline rolled 4 10-sided dice:
4, 4, 6, 5
Total: 19 (4-40)
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 Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 8:37 pm
Back in the kitchen, Shaun was on supply duty for one of his compatriots. The pantry was not hard to get around in at all, especially since it wasn't particularly well stocked, and one of Shaun's skills was finding things.
Like one of the last things of 'meat' in the place. He gathered it to himself, proud of his find. It joined his other treasures - the usual pasta staple, dry and cruncy with age and uncooked-ness and some SUGAR (oh my god) that ever constant treasure before exiting proudly.
“Look at that!” he announced, slamming the meat onto the table, “We've got meat tonight!” His enthusiasm was humored.
(110/300)
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 8:42 pm
Of course, there was more to do than just find the things. There was, of course, turning those things into edibles.
Shaun was delighted to help out, of course! He was getting better in the kitchen, more adept. Things were making sense now – he was learning his way around the cooking knives, around the different implements. And, perhaps most importantly, he was learning the temperatures.
Some things took longer than others to cook, but sometimes those things also required low heat. Cooking them hotter would not cook them shorter, something that was not intuitive. But he knew that now.
So, when his cooking partner turned the heat on their dish on high, Shaun was all too happy to turn that flame down, and argue his case. He was sure he was headed for another (ugh, another) C block fight, but fortunately, they backed down before it got that far, to the great relief of Shaun's bruised face.
Shaun worked hard an attentively – he could already sense that he was starting to get some respect in the kitchen... that was good. Respect was good. Respect was a lot of things in the Prison. It would get him places...
But would it get him out of Delta? Would it keep him alive?
He didn't know. For now, though, it was just plain good.
Finally, the time came to taste the mysteriously amorphous meaty dish.
“Mmmmm...” he said, savoring it. “This is good stuff... REALLY good stuff.” he offered it to the others, “See? Take a look. Gooood stuff.” he looked at the dishes for this upcoming meal, and was pleased. “We did a good thing tonight.” he said proudly.
Yeah. He was happy he'd found that meat... It would be good that night. They would see.
(407/300)
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