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Pulling off her blindfold, Maddie inspected her work, her initial grin drooping a bit.
... ok so maybe making a dish she had no idea how to make blindfolded wasn't such a good idea. WHATEVER it probably still tasted good.
She poked it with a claw.
... probably.

Well whatever, they probably wouldn't even notice. They ordered so much food they were probably just going to throw it all up again anyways.

At least, as some sort of consolation, she realized the "blindfold" she used was actually the instructions list.
WELL. Ok. That solved some problems.

Alright, first step was to... pluck some leaves. That sounded easy. She picked out raspberry, vanilla, berry blues, apricot and sencha, and washed them.
Next was shaving off the flesh, and pastry wrap. Sounded fun.
She scraped off as much fur as she could, wrapped it, and shoved it into the refrigerator.

And then... pan sear? That was like... torching it, right?
TORCHING IT WAS.
She burnt it.

Well, it was always the garnishes that salvaged the dish, right? She stabbed the eyes out of the mashers with a fork, mashed, and boiled them.
... was she supposed to remove the skin? Well, they wouldn't notice, whatever.

Pouring the mash over the dish in an attempt to cover most of the burnt bits, Maddie topped it off by ripping the wings off a puck broken scale, and scattered it all on top. Fairy dust fixed EVERYTHING.

Alright, well, as the saying goes, third time's the charm, right?
Maddie made sure to read through the instructions once before starting, and preparing all the ingredients so she wouldn't have to run around. The first part seemed easy, plucking off strawberries from their cold dead body. She decided to eat a few just to taste test.
Frozen strawberries weren't very yummy.

The next part seemed fun. Fear sugarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
She poured a whole lot, grinning with glee as it came to life and then... smacked the life out of it. She had never had so much fun beating things up.

She added more sugar and beat it more. This was arguably the best part of this whole thing.
Once she had beat it into submission, she plucked the leaves off the mixer, plopped it into the bowl, and stirred more. SO MUCH FUN.

And then it was done. She might have tried a bit before setting the plate aside.

Seeing how "well" her first attempt at this dish went, Maddie was determined to make it better.
She was sure anything she did would definitely be better than the first.

Covering her eyes, Maddie de-pantied the crab and dumped it into the pot, smiling as it sizzled into oblivion.
Once deemed dead, she removed it from the water and crushed its shell with her paw, pulling out the meat.

Making sure the correct dials were set at the correct temperature, she diced the mushrooms and tossed them into the pan, watching it sizzle with just the right amount of oil, and proceeded to cook the rice, making sure to leave the brandy in so that it would reduce properly.

While it was reducing, she poured a little more brandy, and proceeded to smash up some gingerbreaks, listening gleefully to their mournful screeches as they breathed their last, and then dumped their remains with her claws into the pan. They were the equivalent of knives ok, good enough.

Adjusting the dial again, Maddie moved the mushrooms into the rice crab mixture, and topped it off with some of the mixer mint jules leaves.
Perfection

Four dishes done. TWO MORE TO GO.
Maddie was silently cursing the guest's bottomless stomach, but she supposed she was learning out of this. And getting a free meal. Hopefully the judges hadn't caught her sneaking bites here and there.

For the leaves, Maddie decided to pluck green tips, dragon pearl, chrysanthemum, grey lavender, and roasted barley.
Next was shaving the flesh, and wrap. Simple~

This time, Maddie held the torch higher up, concentrating on only letting the tip of the flame cook the dish. The result? PERFECTION.
Shoving into the oven, she made sure to peel the mashers, preparing the garlic, stabbing the eyes out, and boiling/mashing them.

She took the wings off a puck radiant, and placed it as delicately as she could (whatever "delicate" meant to her), and smiled. Satisfaction.

Now the goo-cook had to do it all over again! She didn't bother wasting time reading the recipe and set to work. This time as the crab boiled she figured she better toss the panty, after all, panties in your food was probably not good for the taste. She undressed the cooked crab and mashed it up, removing the meat and moving on to her mushrooms.

Sucre, glanced at the recipe just to be sure she had the next few steps in order in her head realized she was supposed to shave the gingerbeak, not put it in whole. She decided that if she made the same mistake twice that it maybe wouldn't look like a mistake, and that there would be just an excess of ginger in both dishes. She forgot, as her mind was focusing on her earlier mistake and her hands were going fast to add the initial booberry brandy. She finished by adding in the mushrooms.

Finally she presented the dish, retrieving the neglected panty and laying it out on top surrounded by the other garnishes. Success, sort of! There was no time to dwell on it though and she prepared for the next course.

Grumbling back to the kitchen, the serpent started digging through the ingredients. He had to show he was good at this, that he could manage to make it work. He was the best and he had that to prove.

Dumping the ingredients on his workspace, he started going through the instructions, once he'd managed to pry them out of a pantycrab's pinchers.

Aron dug through the crabs, trying to find one of the smaller minis. If this ghoul wanted a tiny portion, he'd make sure she got it. Prepping the pot, he dumped the crab in, grinning at the splash as the mini hit the water. At least he knew how to work with this.

Letting the crab boil, he got to work on the mushrooms, cutting the portioning of it in half, as the customer wanted. Getting the mushrooms sauted, he checked the crab. The panties peeled off easily, letting him get at the crab inside.

He relished the sound of the crushing as he got through the shell, pulling the meat out. In his hurry to get the dish done, however, he managed to leave small chunks of shell throughout the dish. Rushing through the rest of the prep, he managed to get the dish out without incident. If the customer didn't mind picking out the crunchy bits.

Bren had been staring at his form, eyes slightly narrowed, considering several additions when the white-haired ghoul approached. He sat back and pushed the paper toward her at the same time, looking a little guilty for no reason he could think of. Wasn't it her job to serve him, at least while he sat here?

"Yes, um, that would be... beary... nice of you?" He sighed and dropped his hand into his lap. At least he'd have a story to tell, even if this all ended in gut-wrenching dissipation.

Finally the dessert! Sucre was pumped and super confident. She skimmed the recipe, having made pudding many many times before she was more interested in ingredients. She happily gathered up the strawberry tart treats and removing their little paws. She added the cream and mixed vigorously.

Sucre, after sampling he fear sugar, added it to the mixture. She sampled a bit more giving the bowl a moment to attempt an escape. She spent too much time luring the bugger back and then beat the mixture inside with a renewed ferocity. She kept adding more fear sugar while resisting any more sampling and gripping onto the bowl so hard her goo was warping. Finally it stopped resisting so she stripped the ribbon off the mixer mint julep and mixed that in too.

She served this one and set to making the other one,