June
Thread Topic: June
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"Ok fine, sorry, now just let go of me!"
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Martino let go of Asteria and huffed as if HE had been harassed. He took a small handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his hands with it.
"Dirty mortal," He snapped under his breath. -
Evelyn furrowed her eyebrow. Mortal? She just shook her head and continued on her way to finding the kitchen.
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It wouldn't be hard to find the kitchen if you were close enough to it. All day, scrumptious smells pranced down the hallway near the kitchen. When Evelyn was heading to the kitchen, the marvelous smell of ravioli was scattered across the hallway near the kitchen.
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*Asteria
Asteria was able to find the grand kitchen that was in this mansion. There were cooks scrambling all about. Asteria immediately felt out of place. For one, she wasn't in one of the stained white uniforms. Second, they seemed to be rushing around, maybe they were just running behind schedule? She slowly walked in. That fridge on the other side of the room was probably going to be filled with various ingredients. Probably no sandwich meat or anything like that. Maybe they could let her have some leftovers? As she was standing there she realized that she didn't know what happened to the leftovers of a meal, or did they usually only make the required servings for the number of people eating? And then a thought crossed her mind that maybe they'd insist that she wait for lunch to be served, if it hasn't been already and she just missed it. -
A cook noticed her out of the corner of his eye. He was a blonde-haired male with dark evergreen-colored eyes. His eyelashes weren't big, but they were very noticeable. Perhaps a medium size?
In fact, the young, dashing cook seemed to be the youngest one in the kitchen, his age being around 21.
"How may I help you, Ms. Asteria?" The young cook inquired, tipping his cooking hat as a greeting. -
"Um, I was just going to make myself something to eat, like a sandwich or something, but I don't want to interfere, it looks like you guys are busy," Aster said softly but clearly.
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"Oh, that’s no problem at all!" The blonde chef scratched his chin. "You look like an independent type of woman. I'm sure it'll be okay if you make your own sandwich."
The chef brought out an apron and chef's hat.
"It's always better to cook with style." -
A wide smile spread across her face. "Thanks, but I'll just be real quick, there's no point in giving me an outfit."
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"Cooking is a work of art. So is the art of fashion. To cook is to be fashionable. So, it would make sense to be looking stylish while you make a sandwich."
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Asteria laughed and shook her head. "If you say so." She put the apron on, tying it around her tight waist. Then she put on the hat, making sure it wouldn't fall off. She was sure Quince might ask some questions if he went down here for some odd reason.
(What if like someone asks her to do something and then someone else, and so on and Asteria is having a bunch of fun and Quince comes down and sees her there and is very confused.) -
(Y e s h :0)
The chef clapped his hands in delight and brought out a cutting board and started slicing tomatoes into small tomato cubes. -
Asteria asked around for the certain sandwich ingredients for the type of sandwich she wanted. It was soon made and she began eating.
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"You have good taste in sandwich’s," The chef commented as he watched her eat her sandwich.
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She shrugged. "Thanks," she said. "What's your name?"
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