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    addie wasn't an amazing chef, he knew this. he had been alive for many years and even with all the practice of it he never exactly made progress in his cooking skill, but he could still enjoy it. and he did enjoy it. similar to painting he wasn't amazing but it was something to do when he had all the spare time in the world. and so he was cooking.


    holding a stick in his paw he pushed the slab of salmon across the pan as the flames beneath scorched the metal into a burning hot temperature. a patient smile on his lips as he turned away from the pan for a moment and began to dig around his satchel and pull out a pill case stuffed with spices that he proceeded to toss onto the slab of salmon. he just wished he had a cedar plank to cook the salmon on. maybe if there was a next time, which there surely would be with how much he loved salmon, he could find a cedar plank. either way his meal was almost done.


    keeping an eye on the flames he carefully grabbed the handle of the pan before plopping it quickly into a snow drift to cool it. now he had to wait for the pan to cool so he could eat his meal as he lacked a plate. he was content though with it all the same as he lived for salmon.

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    BAI-CHEN BREAK R. C. K.

    VALOZIAN DRAGON / BLIZZARDCLAN / TAGS & INFO


    Bai-Chen was not someone who cared particularly for taste. Whatever he caught, he ate raw, and only recently discovered what cooking was and how it could be applied to fish. The scent attracted him, but in a weird mix of confusion, suspicion and hunger. The dragonling would watch the aged wolf from above his head, floating far enough away to hopefully avoid being sighted. But he wasn't high enough to avoid the toasting smell of the salmon. It made his mouth water despite the judgment he had for the possibility of the animal being abused in it's right to a fair rest. Licking his lips, he would continue to watch, wondering what Adler's plans were with the meal he was making.


    "Speech."

    as an old man, adler was quite familiar with the sense of being watched. and he did mind it, just a little bit. perhaps it was a reflex that he carried from his old days slaying hollows and participating in combat. or maybe he was just paranoid and always aware of his surroundings. either way, he was pretty aware of the dragon's presence as he floated above him. but if bai-chen didn't want to be acknowledged then he wouldn't, although he had to be there for a reason. lifting his head he stared up at the white dragon with his gray eyes, a humorous smile crossing his dark lips. "come down here," he called up to the dragon with a wave of his dark paw.

    Loki never really cared for fish. Dawned in the body of a large calico feline, her bright amber eyes observed the process of the cook from afar, much like Bai-Chen. Of course, she stumbled upon the scene by accident, and definitely was not drawn by the smell of good cooked food. She didn’t miss the food back from where she came, and she didn’t not consider sampling some fish just because she’s hungry. She didn’t. She really didn’t.


    She walked over anyway, observing the old man and his catch with heavy-lidded eyes and a reluctant half lidded smile. “That’s a lot of trouble to go through for a snack,” she said easily, fully aware that she wasn’t invited to be there in the first place. Loki lowered her haunches to sit, pulling her tail around her paws. She leveled Alder a mischievous stare. “Not a fan of raw fish?”


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    BAI-CHEN BREAK R. C. K.

    VALOZIAN DRAGON / BLIZZARDCLAN / TAGS & INFO


    Bai blinked when he was acknowledged. I mean, he didn’t really expect to be ignored- he was a flying snake as big as a tiger and as long as a canoe- if not bigger and longer. Still, he’d thought he’d blended in with the clouds well enough, or that the guy wouldn’t talk to Blizzardclan’s quickly growing infamous member. He’d hesitate at the order, but knowing he needed to keep playing nice, Bai-chem would drift down to the earth. He’d land just as Loki arrived, his indigo gaze stormy with thought. “I am told that this ‘cooking’ enhances taste..." he said softly, eyeing the fish. He ate fish constantly. It was good exercise and let him spend time with his River. He’d only ever tried a cooked fish once before. He had been surprised by the difference, but was still cautious on whether this was cruelty or not. “Do you often cook your fish for meals?"


    "Speech."


    Persephone shared similar views to Loki - cooking was neat and all, but she preferred to eat her food fresh, rather than wait for the fire to warm up, wait for the food to be cooked properly, and not to mention the skinning or plucking needed prior to the cooking. It was a lot, a task she left for events rather than day-to-day meals. Still just like the others, the scent drew the injured ligress near, and her eyes watched the flames lick at the slab and the food.


    "Does this mean I can ask you to be my designated event cooker?" the girl asked without much of a greeting, tail swishing with excitement. She didn't mind cooking, as stated before, but if she had someone specific to do it, it would elevate sooo much stress off of her shoulders.