Post by THEOCELESE on Jul 30, 2018 17:32:14 GMT
Good. Gage is much like Theocelese in the way that sometimes they were best left alone to work. Results, good or bad would happen but for the time being the human is allowed to work alone. “I will take of you. My menu is vast and talent in the kitchen almost exceeds my ability to end lives. Almost.” Theocelese spoke with a soft smile, gesturing he was to head back upstairs. There wasn’t a time that he didn’t like to cook, as the art of culinary concoction helped his weary thoughts. It was a release in its own way, letting him escape the harsh realities and realizations of what is to come.
Back in the kitchen, a slew of ingredients are brought out for meal preparations. Thick cuts of beef and chicken are sliced into small, half-dollar sized pieces. Half a dozen of each are put on their own metallic skewers with sweet onions, peppers and tomatoes. The kebabs are seasoned and set to chill in the refrigerator. Next are large russet potatoes, washed and cut in halves. The ten pounds or so being made are placed in a baking pan of colossal proportions, seasoned and set in the oven. They will take the longest. Coffee is the next to be made, and theocelese does not use cheap ingredients nor does he make the hot drink in the Americans fashion. The grounds are added to the boiling water with a tablespoon of sugar. One of the large cups he makes for himself, the other for his new partner, ally and friend. The coffee is strong, bold and sweet. To go with this, a fresh piece of strawberry tart. When the drink and dessert are delivered, he sets them on a small rolling table with a cloth napkin as well as a fork and spoon. Theocelese can not explain, nor would he ever understand why he feels the need to say what he is to say to the young man. He acted as a host first and foremost.
”Cafe and a snack to tide you over, I have dinner cooking. The coffee is strong so take it slow. If you need me while I am here use the intercoms. I’ll inform you when I depart, you can also use this terminal to contact my phone.” Suddenly a strong hand falls upon gages shoulder. The silence is thick for a few brief moments. “I have the utmost faith in you...I need you to help me win this war. I...I don’t have much left in me and this will be the last conflict I can participate in. My fury will not waver and I will not falter, do not worry about this. If we are to work together I must be able to find myself able to be honest with you. If you held any doubt about my becoming a menace, know once the dust settles after the Quincy and their allies have been purged that I intend to be with my family once more. But for now...we must do, what we must do.” His hand rose and fell several times before withdrawing and then, when Gage said what he needed to say, the arrancar returned to his task of cooking.
A little bit later rice pilaf acccompanied the cooked kebabs and half cut potatoes on a massive plate. To go with this dish, cuts of fresh baked bread and whole, grilled pitas and a various assortment of cheeses. All in all, the dinner made was loaded into a mobile Warner meant for catering. In here, the food would stay hot and fresh, ready for Gage to eat at his leashes. Theocelese took the kitchen device down to where the human worked.
“I will return in a day. There is enough to keep you...but if your pallete requires something different you are welcome to my kitchen. It’s just behind the counter. Is there anything else you need?”
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Back in the kitchen, a slew of ingredients are brought out for meal preparations. Thick cuts of beef and chicken are sliced into small, half-dollar sized pieces. Half a dozen of each are put on their own metallic skewers with sweet onions, peppers and tomatoes. The kebabs are seasoned and set to chill in the refrigerator. Next are large russet potatoes, washed and cut in halves. The ten pounds or so being made are placed in a baking pan of colossal proportions, seasoned and set in the oven. They will take the longest. Coffee is the next to be made, and theocelese does not use cheap ingredients nor does he make the hot drink in the Americans fashion. The grounds are added to the boiling water with a tablespoon of sugar. One of the large cups he makes for himself, the other for his new partner, ally and friend. The coffee is strong, bold and sweet. To go with this, a fresh piece of strawberry tart. When the drink and dessert are delivered, he sets them on a small rolling table with a cloth napkin as well as a fork and spoon. Theocelese can not explain, nor would he ever understand why he feels the need to say what he is to say to the young man. He acted as a host first and foremost.
”Cafe and a snack to tide you over, I have dinner cooking. The coffee is strong so take it slow. If you need me while I am here use the intercoms. I’ll inform you when I depart, you can also use this terminal to contact my phone.” Suddenly a strong hand falls upon gages shoulder. The silence is thick for a few brief moments. “I have the utmost faith in you...I need you to help me win this war. I...I don’t have much left in me and this will be the last conflict I can participate in. My fury will not waver and I will not falter, do not worry about this. If we are to work together I must be able to find myself able to be honest with you. If you held any doubt about my becoming a menace, know once the dust settles after the Quincy and their allies have been purged that I intend to be with my family once more. But for now...we must do, what we must do.” His hand rose and fell several times before withdrawing and then, when Gage said what he needed to say, the arrancar returned to his task of cooking.
A little bit later rice pilaf acccompanied the cooked kebabs and half cut potatoes on a massive plate. To go with this dish, cuts of fresh baked bread and whole, grilled pitas and a various assortment of cheeses. All in all, the dinner made was loaded into a mobile Warner meant for catering. In here, the food would stay hot and fresh, ready for Gage to eat at his leashes. Theocelese took the kitchen device down to where the human worked.
“I will return in a day. There is enough to keep you...but if your pallete requires something different you are welcome to my kitchen. It’s just behind the counter. Is there anything else you need?”
