"Oooh, the veg'll go good for a side," he agreed. Then the brownies appeared and Tal's expression lit up. "Hey, even better! ... Waitaminnet, are you expectin' my cookin' t'go badly?" He pretended to scowl suspiciously at the Seer but the effect was somewhat ruined by his continued cooking endeavors. It was hard to look truly intimidating when he was being so damned domestic.
Several more potatoes were reduced to chunks by his Dagger as Alys came to peek at the goods. The saucepan contained milk, certainly, and the smell of butter, onions, and garlic were much more noticeable directly over the stove. "Mashed 'tater soup," Tal revealed proudly. "In fact, th' 'taters are just ready for smashin'." He wrinkled his nose and grinned down at his petite friend, gesturing towards the cutting board with his chin. A bowl and masher waited nearby for the potato chunks to be added in and reduced to pulp. "There's more milk'n butter in the ice box outside the door if y'need 'em," he added helpfully.
"So were you thinkin' side salads or roasted veggies?"
Several more potatoes were reduced to chunks by his Dagger as Alys came to peek at the goods. The saucepan contained milk, certainly, and the smell of butter, onions, and garlic were much more noticeable directly over the stove. "Mashed 'tater soup," Tal revealed proudly. "In fact, th' 'taters are just ready for smashin'." He wrinkled his nose and grinned down at his petite friend, gesturing towards the cutting board with his chin. A bowl and masher waited nearby for the potato chunks to be added in and reduced to pulp. "There's more milk'n butter in the ice box outside the door if y'need 'em," he added helpfully.
"So were you thinkin' side salads or roasted veggies?"
