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Followed by the bizarre ghoul was a petite boil, he kicked a shank when misunderstood as a ghoul. The pony boil in mori style totally not matching the high class restaurant stomped towards an empty table, threw himself on the chair and sulked for the mistake.

Even though he had a cute face, he seemed to be on a bad day. Maybe he's blocked by some crazy ghouls earlier before, maybe he is unhappy with the lovely little braids found in his soft hair, maybe the book he wanted is borrowed out, there were so many reasons for that but that wasn't the main concern.

His behaviour seemed to suggest he was difficult to deal with, but he had sat down as a customer, it was inevitable that someone needed to serve him. The boil shot the one who took his order a cool glance, "A FULL course, no alcohols in my RIPsotto, no nasty panty on my plate, gingerbreak bits from males only. For the skellington, Green Tips, Chrysanthemum, Roasted Barley, Vanilla Rooibos and Apricot, no garlic and make sure the pastry is light and crispy outside." He seemed to lick his lips, "Finally dessert, I want mine as sweet as sugar cubes, in strawberry and matcha flavour but keep it in red color. Also I want my syrup has a heavy minty touch. That's it."

The tail swung happily behind the boil as he send you a challenging signal, it was suggested that he intentionally gave you a harder time.

Unfortunately for Alette, there was still a great deal of commotion and chaos happening in the kitchen, and by the time she got back to the table, her normally blonde hair was black with soot and there was something crawling out of the glass that she set in front of the boil.

"Extra blood, just like you asked for!" she said, a little desperately, because it was clear that she was totally not doing well at all anymore.

She wanted the desert. the Desert was what she was going to get. Carlos Pulled out the instructions. First he gathered 5 tart treas raspberries and got their fruit.

Then he mixed them with half oz cream.

Then he added sugar, fear sugar, a lot of fear sugar. he was a bit more prepared when the bowl launched it'self out of his paws. but it skittered under the table. Carlos lured it out with a jr of many many. it took a bit of coaxing but he got it to work.

Then he pulled out all four paws and made sure to beat it into submission. Bowl was not going anywhere, nope. He plucked the ribbon of the mixer mint julep and stirred it in.

Once he got it on the plate, Carlos used some syrup and leaves from the raspberry tea deerling and tried to make a cat. it was messy work, and the leaves didn't look quiet like stripes but he tried.

Once done he brought the dish that almost actually looked like the pudding it was supposed too. and set it down. "Raspberry pudding. Pet me." he smiled widely at her.

Whatever devastatingly wrong things had gone on in the blood smoothie (including the wriggling, and fire hazard) Barth seemed completely oblivious to them.

"Thank you. Ah, you didn't have to rush," was his only criticism. Barth took a slow slip at the edge of the glass, considering the catastrophe of flavors. "Sort of...minty, isn't it?"

Zar was still waiting on his meal. Barth eyed him.

"Did you want to err, try a sip, or- err?"

Barth was not sure where blood fell in the whole living prey policy spectrum.

The ink demon began to cook the main dish. This time, remembering his mistake from before, he remembered to get five different leaves. He thoroughly rinsed them and set the aside on his table. Then, he carefully wrapped some pastry around the tea deer and set that into the fridge. He began cooking the mashed mashers while the pastry and meat were cooling, making sure he carefully removing every single eye of the mashers before mashing them. He set the now cooled pastry on the oven to cook while continuing to prep the mashers. Once he'd done that, he went to check on the tea deer. Oops! Quillan had accidentally turned the oven knob a few notches too high and the tea deer was a little bit more black than he'd expected. And by a little, he meant a lot. He carried the pastry with one hand to the sink where he tried to scrape the top layer off with a knife. Quillan then tried to carry the pastry, knife, and a plate over to his work station so he could start plating the deer and mashers, but accidentally placed the plate on top of the puck wings he had been planning to use. The wings gave a gentle crinkle sound as all of Quillan's hopes to please the pres slowly shattered. He hastily sprinkled the wings on top and set the plate to the side, his eyes glancing everywhere around the kitchen except at the plate.

Next was the main course. Who ate deer? It was almost like...eating a horse. Pretty close to a horse. Which was close to eating a donkey. Not okay.

She swapped out a large, steaming Goritos. Everyone loved bugs! Especially ocean bugs! Take crab, for example. This left her minus tea leaves, of course, but whatever. She added some hemlock, who would notice.

She plated it and added wings normally.

"I can sip it." he said. Blood was indeed acceptable in small amounts. Sometimes prey burst, that was sometimes just a thing that happened.

He held out his tail to try it before handing it back. "...that is something." he said as nicely as he could. "I have been eating far too much lately." he rested a hand on his stomach, patting the swell of flesh there. "Don't want to get fat."