Post by Prisonner Of Today on Oct 19, 2007 15:40:51 GMT -5
Priz disappears into the kitchen, and the sound of cupboards being pillaged and things being looted overwhelms all other conversation, until a cry of "AHA!" is heard, and the noise is replaced by an odd buzzing and the sound of a knife. Soon, the pleasant aroma of steaks being cooked fills the air, and about twenty minutes later, Priz emerges from the kitchen carrying three plates.
On the plates are some of the biggest steaks ever witnessed by man. Next to them are some mashed potato-like things, and what looks like some kind of lettuce. He sets down plates in front of Melody and Magatsu, and puts the third in front of his seat.
Disappearing into the kitchen again, a different buzzing noise is heard, followed by a "whoosh", and he returns this time with sliced pears, which look to be covered in whipped cream. Setting those down, he reaches into his bag, which has been sitting on the counter as if waiting to be addressed, and pulls out three wine glasses and a bottle of some kind of fancy looking wine.
All in all, the meal looks surprisingly good, and very out of place...
"I present to you: Meat ala Priz, with a side of powdered mashed potatoes, and my own special herbs and spices. For desert, we have preserved pears, covered in aged whipping cream. To drink, we have a homemade ice wine, vintage 2005."
Sitting down, he pauses to study the meal for a moment, and proceeds to dig in.
On the plates are some of the biggest steaks ever witnessed by man. Next to them are some mashed potato-like things, and what looks like some kind of lettuce. He sets down plates in front of Melody and Magatsu, and puts the third in front of his seat.
Disappearing into the kitchen again, a different buzzing noise is heard, followed by a "whoosh", and he returns this time with sliced pears, which look to be covered in whipped cream. Setting those down, he reaches into his bag, which has been sitting on the counter as if waiting to be addressed, and pulls out three wine glasses and a bottle of some kind of fancy looking wine.
All in all, the meal looks surprisingly good, and very out of place...
"I present to you: Meat ala Priz, with a side of powdered mashed potatoes, and my own special herbs and spices. For desert, we have preserved pears, covered in aged whipping cream. To drink, we have a homemade ice wine, vintage 2005."
Sitting down, he pauses to study the meal for a moment, and proceeds to dig in.
