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Fifth Shot | Break Fast
[A chef knows how to work when there is little food. Many pieces of cuisine (and the "screwdriver" drink) come from the need of providing a person with nutrition, such as turning an unappetizing clam into a tasty chowder with potatoes, carrots, onion, celery, and cream.
So what happens in one particular day after the rationing crisis at the Chalice is over? One of the cook is filled with glee, and readies almost a buffet for the crew to snack on, welcoming anyone to help her in this endeavour.
If you're here to eat? Chances are, it's here.]
((OOC: This is an open thread, so everyone'sable to reply to anything and everything, and threadjacking is encouraged!))
So what happens in one particular day after the rationing crisis at the Chalice is over? One of the cook is filled with glee, and readies almost a buffet for the crew to snack on, welcoming anyone to help her in this endeavour.
If you're here to eat? Chances are, it's here.]
((OOC: This is an open thread, so everyone'sable to reply to anything and everything, and threadjacking is encouraged!))
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[And it's enough to make her dive for cover.]
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Oh, lady Lynette? Is something the matter?
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[Sob.]
Y-You're going to eat it, Alessandra?
[The "We" is what terrifies her.]
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Is that... safe?
[Given that Laura was damn near floored by her proximity to the smell of it, she strongly suspects the answer is no...]
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I shall tarry no further.
[Grabs the nearest utensil, takes out a glob of lutefisk, puts her in her mouth, chews and gulps down. All took less than a second.]
...
It does not taste as horrendous as it smells.
[Minimal change of expression, but this is the first time you see Alessandra begin to sweat like that.]
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[Grabs the glass of water - with both her hands, and chugs it down.]
I believe the secret ingredient is lye.
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[He's clearly insane.]
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