| Subject: ~*Yells down the stairs*~ |
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Vanal
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Date Posted: 21:05:40 01/21/02 Mon
Author Host/IP: 216.95.136.240
In reply to:
Girithfin
's message, "*bustles about*" on 20:45:09 01/21/02 Mon
"Alright!" Humming softly to herself, she gathers the few parcels of lembas she has left and jars of spices, as well as some strips of dried meat she was fortunate enough to find in the bottom of her pack, and makes her way down the stairs to find the cooking supplies already laid out for her by the hearth. "How nice..." she says with a smile, setting down her items on the floor and bustling through the supplies until she finds a pot big enough for the stew she intends to make.
Finding the item she needs, she exits the house to wander down to the river bank and fill the pot, still humming. With delight she finds a few wild root vegitables and extra herbs growing there and picks them delicatly, smoothing over the earth that she pulled them from and mentally thanking the plants for the nourishment they'll provide her and her new companion. She stands and heads back to the house, water-filled pot in one hand and garnishes in the other. She has a little trouble with the door, but manages to open it without spilling a drop of water.
Resuming humming her tune, she kneels down beside the fire, carefully setting the pot and plants on the floor beside it. She rummages around through the cooking items again and again finds what she needs; a cooking tripod. Very carefully she sets it up over the flames then puts the pot atop it to simmer while she readies the ingredients. She finds a cutting board among the items and removes a dicing knife from her belt, then sits down and begins finely slicing the meat, vegetables, and fresh herbs.
After everything is cut up adequatly, she tosses it into the pot and finds a large spoon with which to stir. Welcoming the succulent smells provided by the herbs, she mixes the stew until it begins to thicken, at which point she lets it set while she fetches her other special herbs. Reading the labels carefully, she puts a few sprinkles of each into the concoction, then grins lightly. "If it tastes half as good as it smells, I think Girithfin will be pleased enough with it," she says to herself, standing stiffly and heading to the door to call her friend for dinner.
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