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Oh they were cooking things? Carlos would... Try. He was less inclined to follow a recipe. It just didn't make for good cooking. Carlos floated about a bit confused at first. What how, they were supposed to be cooking for people in the dining room?

Carlos finally made it out to the dining room.

"Cook for you," he floated near a diner.



Carlos stared at them in a slow blink. Whatever... That was a lot of things. A very much lot of things. Tea cake, cookie leaves. Carlos thought of a bunch of things that had nothing to do with the contest. He just nodded and floated back to the kitchen.

The thing was, whatever was whatever was at hand. He only had a few things to work with. Tea, Carlos wanted tea. Tea was good. Tea Deer Skellington was good enough he decided.

Faiza eyed the first dish that was placed before her. She picked up a form and speared a mushroom, popping it thoughtfully in her mouth as she chewed. And chewed. And chewed. The Horsewoman spat the mushroom out back onto the plate. "Do I look like a cow to you?" She demanded briskly, "When I asked for extra mushrooms, I meant extra as in quantity, not cook then extra long so that they're nothing more than burnt piece of rubbery goop. And this RIPsotto!"

The horsewoman grabbed a spoon and scooped some up, going so far as to shove the spoon towards Aron's mouth. "Look at this! You could get a human world fraternity drunk off of this by the smell alone! Conquest's horns, if I were to make you eat this you'd probably get drunk and I'd be hauled off to jail for getting a minor smashed!" She threw the spoon down, then shoved the dish back into his hands. "Take it back and work on the next dish."

Carlos looked at all the ingredients. Oh this looked interesting.

Tea, tea was the most important thing. Carlos took some tea leaves from the deerlings.

Raspberry
Berryblossom
Berry Blues
Roasted Barley
Vanilla Rooibos

Carlos took all his leaves and washed them appropriately.

Carlos then gathered 5 tart treat strawberries, plucking strawberries off them. Mmmmm. This would go nicely.

Carlos then grabbed a few panty crabs and extracted the meat from them. Then he sauted some aromatic mush rooms throwing in the berries and the leaves. Oh yes, it smelled good. Carlos sniffed his creation. He kept at it for oh 7 minutes at the 4th circle of hell flames.

It was then that he took it out and mixed it with half Oz cream and then added sugar to everything. The crab meat was also mixed in.

Carlos then tried to beat the bowl. He beat it and beat it until it grew legs. the legs wiggled and gnashed it's teeth at him until oops, it dropped to the ground.

Carlos chased it down, tail in the air and tackled it dragging it back in his mouth. He beat it into submission.

He turned it over and the strange concoction stuck almost like melty pudding. He Wrapped it in wings of a firepuck for a bit of visual appeal.

His creation, Melty Everything Pudding Burrito.

I AM A VIP GUEST

The restaurant's door stood a ghostly figure in a lightness cape or robe, she panicked when someone told her "No minipets please" and took her Meowstache. The ghoul stumbled and muttered, almost crying, until the staff promised once after another it would be taken good care of and not being dish ingredients.

Thus, the figure slid in, sneakily took a seat at a dark corner she was comfortable in, nervously peeked around and hided herself under the big menu. Even indoor, she didn't take off her hood, shadowy tendrils emitted from the cape twisted in a soft but unnerving manner, like dark mists this second, and like sticky evil tentacles another second. One thing was sure, it was alive and was reflecting the ghoul's emotions.

She acted weirdly, when a male creature was close to her seat, she abruptly lowered and has herself covered by the menu, the tendrils curled up and only relaxed after he was far away. She disliked to go to a confined place packed with creeple, especially when there were so many boils here and there. It made her uneasy and scary. However, one of her Uchitels who was busy with the shop heard that the dessert of the restaurant was great and begged her to try, so she came.

When someone came to take her order, the ghoul hided herself behind the menu, leaving the errie red eyes staring. "I-I'd like the dessert please...." her voice was small and shakey, "ras-raspberry instead of strawberry...." She pressed her lips for a minute before she added, "If you can -" she paused again, seemed to be in a struggle. "- drawacatminipetontheplate please."

The last part was spit out in a high speed that almost unreadable, but she finished ordering, the tendrils flailed in mid-air frenziedly, as if showing the tornado happening in her mind.

I AM A VIP GUEST

Zar had also been busy stubbornly finding fault in every single house that had been set before him, pulling the opposite direction as much as was demonly possible and generally being a more exhausting pain in the rear than usual. It helped keep his mind off of the party and of his parents - who had ultimately slunk off after a few days leaving his embarrassing uncle behind to the festivities.

"You are always over-taxed." Zar snapped. "And no, the first one was just not good enough, and flooring hardly matters, some types of flooring for that matter are just not hoof friendly and Calder will back me up on that. Perhaps you like laminate but I do not."

He broke this running commentary to order, at this point used to expensive food and slightly less than enthused about explaining his eating preferences.

"The tea deer." he said. "Alive. Wriggling. The wriggling is important. I do not want a stunned deer. Or a dead deer. Or a contemplative one. I simply cannot abide chopped, diced, cooked or anything else along those lines."

And then he dove straight back to chatting to Barth.

"Don't even START me on Thoraz." he said, covering his face with his hands. "I am so offended by it. SO OFFENDED."

Alette was totally on board with this.

Maybe.

Okay, maybe not.

"HI HI HI I'M ALETTE WARD," she said enthusiastically, all but bouncing up to her first table and completely missing the vaguely alarmed expression on the guest's face. "I will be taking your order today, and I am just so thrilled you are here, you are like, totally awesome.

The woman smiled weakly. "Can I get the skellington but can you make it extra rare? Like if it's still squirming, that would be best. I like to feel my prey wiggling down my throat as I'm eating it."

Well, that's kind of gross.

(She tried not to say it out loud.) Alette's head bobbed up and down in an excited nod. "Yes, of course," she said happily. "I will most definitely, awesomely get that for you, right away, okay, just two shakes and I will be back!"

And she darted off again.

"Oh, they want us on subject monitoring- um, customer stuff too, hmm?"

Xala bustled over, at the Cafe they usually kept her in the back room unless they were really short on staff... Today her hair was done up in a thick and fancy curl of blood-red braid, with ribbons and living bugs fused with jewels crawling in and out and keeping the whole thing in place. She wore frills under her team apron. She actually looked sort of...like a maid?

"How can I serve you, master?"

The monster at the table looked slightly startled, but forged ahead. They were dining alone, in the middle of a whacky contest. They might as well make the most of it. "Uh, could I have a..." they looked at Xala and had a sudden inexplicable urge to make a more weight-conscious choice, "half of everything?"

Xala flashed the cheeriest, perkiest smile at the order-ee. "Of course~ Whatever you command, Master."

He snorted lightly as the spoon was shoved in his face, "Figured the brandy'd get that mooda yours fixed up. Guess that ain't workin'."

Snatching up the plate, he took it back to the kitchen and tossed it into the sink, getting started on the next dish. Picking the leaves from a few deer, he made sure there was no purple in any of it. 'cause this customer was just SO picky with her stuff.

He shaved up the deer, taking extra care to get all of the fur off. The deer meat cut off, shaved, covered in pastry, and tossed into the fridge, he started working on the next step.

Though he rushed through the dish -since she'd seemed SO upset by the lack of service before-, he took particular care with it. As quickly as he could, he got the meat and leaves seared up, the mashers skinned and de-eyed, making sure to get ALL of them this time. He worked hard and got it done as soon as the dish allowed. He rushed back out to get it served.