EVE'S HEART

[aprettygirl]

A dark veil slips over you, obscuring your vision; it’s cool and clinging, and blocks out all outside sensation. You drift downward . . . as you do, you grow more and more aware of the pulse of your own heartbeat, until it’s a ringing, unpleasant throb in your ears.

. . . after some time, it’s interrupted by a soft splash, and you feel solid rock underfoot.

((Please join #fleshbloodbone. All your character’s skills are on and uncapped; they will also have access to any items they carry normally!))

Comments

Re: flesh (the kitchen)

[aprettygirl]

"One chews carefully, when it comes to that one.

. . . since you're Jasper, I can send you where you'd like, I suppose."

Re: flesh (the kitchen)

[heirbrained]

[wait now I'm temporarily distracted by micromanaging your meals]

You need to remake the dish so it does not have this problem.

Re: flesh (the kitchen)

[aprettygirl]

"That would be nice, wouldn't it..."

Re: flesh (the kitchen)

[heirbrained]

I'm giving you my outside opinion.

[but I guess I could probably try to fix this problem on my own. I COULD AT LEAST TRY TO SOFTEN THEM WITH SOMETHING. tasting some of the bouillabaisse broth experimentally]

Re: flesh (the kitchen)

[aprettygirl]

The texture of the seafood is pleasant, but it's . . . fairly bland, perhaps unexpectedly so, though you catch very subtle hints of flavors that could be teased out more -- wisps of feeling, too.

(Liking? Respect...?)

Re: flesh (the kitchen)

[heirbrained]

[well the chips were good but painful to eat, so a bland broth would soften them without overpowering the flavor...

pouring some of the broth over the chips, enough that they can soak a little. aw yeah iron chef]

Re: flesh (the kitchen)

[aprettygirl]

You are the master cook. It's you.

Re: flesh (the kitchen)

[heirbrained]

[GOOD WORK]

—Well, as for your offer, I'm willing to go anywhere that's not directly into the belly of the beast.

Re: flesh (the kitchen)

[aprettygirl]

Well, then . . .

You go to the bright house.