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 Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 4:58 pm
Cora reached up as Marie's hand touched her head and gave it a little headbutt to it before the hand went away from her reach. She greeted the lady with a single meow before sitting down to watch at her and what she was doing.
Well, until ********* tiny whisper reached in her ears. First, her ear turned towards the sound, then her head and soon, the cat herself had moved in front of *********. "hiii...." Cora whispered in her friend's ear before pushing her cheek againgst side of her head. She slided her side againgst her side and her tail under her shin. For a moment she stopped, only to take a quick glance to their surroundings to see if anyone was looking at them. Then she made the cutest feline-like sound she could think of before rubbing her cheek againgst ********* again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 1:00 pm
Marie couldn’t help but chuckle at the misfortunes of two of the girls trying to help with the crawfish; rookies were so amusing.
“ I did tell ya’ be careful! No need to feel sorry for dese tasty lil’ monsters.”
Crawfish sorted, Marie turned on the propane tanks and squat down to light the gas to flame under the giant pot. Grinning, she shouted over the dull, hissing roar of the propane and fire, “ Now we’re cookin’!”
Corn on the cob, red potatoes, and sausage were all eventually dumped into the pot, as well as a lot of boil seasoning. A small wooden paddle made an appearance, which Marie proceeded to use as a spoon to stir the pot, sending the occasional stream of nuclear-orange water trickling down the side. Eventually, it was time.
“ Crawfish are ready! Now, I need me some muscles over here. Ho, boys, lend me a hand?” Marie called to Jett and Azzo, trying to wave them over.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 2:07 am
While Jett was usually relatively willing to donate the use of his very fine muscles, Marie’s summoning was enough to make his lip curl. It wasn’t because he had anything against the woman—he was, in fact, mostly amused with her. No, the source of his discomfort stemmed solely from the idea that he had to approach that toxic looking pot.
He was quite sure that Marie’s food was edible. Vaguely he had observed the ingredients she dropped into the pot and was able to forgive her for all but one.
Those damn crawfish.
He’d had absolutely no intention of going anywhere near them, though he felt himself unable to decline offering his assistance. Particularly when Millicent was nearby. The girl would, undoubtedly, chastise him, and then go on some rant about being a proper Jedi or something, and then heckle him to practice more. In a healthy state it would have sounded awful. In his sickened state, it sounded just god-awful.
Shuffling towards the older woman, Jett tried not to eye the pot in a distasteful manner so as not to offend her. He wasn’t sure how successful he was given that his nose had wrinkled a bit when he caught a whiff of the pot. “Yeah, all right, what do you need?” he replied, thankfully sounding far more willing to help than he was currently feeling.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 10:17 am
Gwendolyn was still nursing her new wounds from the feisty little crawfish and had retreated to the benches once more to have a drink and nibble on some bread as the crawfish boiled. In truth she still sort of felt sorry for the little things; if someone was going to throw her into a boiling pot and eat her, she'd go down kicking and screaming as well.
"Fighters to the end! I bet they'll taste delicious..." Gwen said to herself, watching as Marie put red potatoes, corn on the cob, and, one of Gwen's favorite foods, sausage into the pot, and almost immediately she was over her 'injuries' and peering over the pot again. She put a napkin over her mouth to stop herself from breathing any germs into the pot, and just like that, she was hungry again. With all the food she gobbled down, how the hell was that possible?
She was so intent on the food that was to come that she barely noticed when Marie called the two men over, but she did move out of the way when Jett approached them. She couldn't help but do a double take on the young man and thinking to herself, as she went back to her seat, and thankful that the white facepaint hid her possible blush. 'Oh, he's cute...
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 10:06 pm
“ I need ya’ to help me lift dis pot out da water a bit so it can drain, den help me walk it over to da table ‘n dump it out so we can get to eatin’.”
Marie had used a long spoon to pull off the pot lid, as it was too hot to touch. A cloud of steam immediately bellowed out, and while Marie stayed out of its immediate range – it was hot after all – she did get close enough to pull in a deep lungful, coughing a bit after.
“ Oo-ee! Dat’s good for da sinuses, dat is; clears ‘em right out.”
Marie had noticed that there seemed to be a cold going around, and hoped that meant more people would be inclined to eat some crawfish. She didn’t have make any chicken noodle soup, so gumbo and spicy crawfish would have to do.
Holding out a pot-holder for Jett, Marie fished out the basket’s handle out of the pot and took a hold of it with her own pot-holder.
“ Ready when you are.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:49 am
The manx managed to catch the whispered greeting in her ear, and after sneaking in a small lick to the other feline's face, she asked quietly "Here for the free food?" With a small purr, it was pretty evident that was the reason for the manx's appearance at the festival. Rather than wait for an answer, the cat trotted forward a bit, glancing back to her friend as if to signal for her to follow.
It seemed as if most of the people were busy tending to the crawfish and the pots, so the cat was aiming to find her way to the food table again. Cora needed to try some of this food, and ********* just wanted to get seconds.
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