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RW Abbey: Kitchen
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This is a long, narrow room with five large fireplaces set into one
wall, and two equally large wood burning iron stoves set against the opposite
wall. Several small, rectangular tables rest in here, but there are no
chairs available. The rest of the wallspace is taken up by an entire array
of shelves, cupboards, and counters which hold the day-to-day cooking supplies
and utensils. The kitchen is clean and well maintained, and more recent
efforts have been made toward organization of the cooking ware.
On the wall just right of the door leading into Great Hall is a neatly penned chart, which lists the names of beasts assigned to cooking duty as well as the dates and times they are scheduled. A small note above the chart urges residents to volunteer for at least a slot or two a week.
Morning light is streaming in through the windows. The ovens have been
stoked for the days cooking.
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Exits/Entrances:
[G]reat
[H]all [Wine] Cellar [Sc]ullery
[C]avern
[H]ole [Pan]try
[La]rder
[Ki]tchen
[P]ath
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Nadia clatters about the kitchen, rattling a pot here, stirring a bowl there. She seems to be doing at least four things at once, though she's managing quite well. Probably due to the lack of dibbuns in attendance.
Jarril pokes his head around the corner and flicks his ears left and right. Looking around instead of moving his eyes about so that he can see from his blind side. He comes in fully now, glad there isn't a ladle or pot heading his way. Padding up to the table, the hare picks up a apple and rubs it on his uniform, before taking a bite.
Nadia turns around and rolls her eyes at yet *another* hare in "her" kitchen. "You sir, should at least *ask* before raiding my supplies between meals."
Jarril blinks and looks at the mouse before taking another bite of the apple. "Sorry, but ya looked so busy and all and I didn't want ta disturb ya, miss."
Nadia sighs, one paw on her hip while the other stirred a pot at the hearth. "I'm sure of it. Not that it really matters, I suppose, I'll just ask whoever's in charge of the work parties to make sure you assist in the food gathering." all of this is said very sweetly, but she's obviously trying not to laugh. Nadia isn't one for lawmaking.
Jarril holds up a free paw and salutes. "Ah, right ya are, miss. I get on it soon enough, wot." Bowing before leaning on the table. "So what's on the jolly menu for taday?"
Nadia smiles at him. "This stew, for one. I couldn't think of anything else to do with the rest of the small vegetables. And there's fresh bread in the oven."
Jarril finishes off the apple and nods with a reply. "Ah, good, good. Maybe ya should make a list for what needs ta be found and then can see what can be accomplished." Slipping off the table, the hare makes his way around to the other side of the kitchen and looks inside the stew. "Smells spiffingly wonderful if I may say so."
Nadia blushes slightly with the compliments. Nobeast ever compliments her cooking. "It is wonderful, if I may say so." She thinks a moment. "If you'd enjoy it, good sir, I could let you have a bowl early, before lunchtime, as soon as it's done."
Jarril perks his ears up and gives the usual hare reply. "Thank ya kindly, miss. Ah, well, I could be the official taster and have a bowl, then another for lunch. Gotta keep my strength up, wot." Grinning at the mouse a bit more.
Nadia grins as well. "Indeed. I burned my tongue earlier, I don't think I can taste it well enough to judge." The burn was miniscule, but she wasn't totally lying. "Though I think I'll join you in tasting my bread when it's done."
Jarril nods and leans on the table. "Ah, such wise words on using another ta see if the food is good." He smirks. "Well, it's better than being whacked on the head with a ladle though. Never worked out why that always happens. Ya think we were rascals or something."
Nadia attempts to stifle a giggle, but can't. "Oh, no, sir. I don't
know how that reputation could have been earned."