Though the King had mentioned for Gaster to come over around six, he had started preparations for the dinner a good three hours prior. He plotted out the entire meal inside and out, keeping in mind portion sizes due to the dramatic size differences between the two monsters.
Anxiety had him on his toes though. Twice he nearly dropped a utensil and caught it before it hit the ground. However, planning the meal out so in-depth kept his mind rather occupied.
Getting a hold of good raw meat was rare in the Underground. But, being the King, he was always given first choice. However, he usually always traded it in to the Townsfolk for no cost. Keeping little to himself, and just enough to feed his family. Just this one time though, he offered quite the amount of G for the choice cuts, and while most didn’t want to take his money, he left it anyway.
He sliced the meat into bite sized portions first, cleaned the knives, and tucked them all away. He triple checked to make sure he left none out before he continued to drape the meat in spices. He didn’t have much but black pepper, paprika, garlic powder, and cumin to which he practically danced over the raw meat.
He set the meat aside, throwing together flour, a tad of sugar, salt, eggs, and yeast into a bowl. Probably the weak side to his cooking. Baking. But he’d try for a loaf of fresh baked bread.
He rolled it out and greased a pan before setting the lump within to allow the dough to rise before baking.
And finally, he started up a pot of water to boil using his own fire magic to inflict the heat faster. He knew Gaster liked those microwavable cup noodles, so he chose a shameless store-brand angel-hair pasta and poured it into the pot.
He took a glance at the clock and breathed a sigh. Almost Five. Perfect. He could finish the pasta and let it lightly simmer to keep it hot, the bread needed about an hour to bake anyway, and he’d grill the steak when Gaster arrived. And, during the hour, he could bathe and finally get ready.
He took a glance down at himself and grimaced. Flour covered his clothes, along with something he’d dripped along the way, warranting a roll of the eyes.
Once the noodles were softened and drained, he chose a beef broth to bathe them in, pepper, and a tad of ground garlic powder with other various spices as somewhat of a side to eat beside just the bread and meat. He knew Gaster didn’t have a liking to vegetables, so he managed to conjure what he could see as a full meal without any.
After pushing the bread into the oven, he quickly rushed off to bathe and change, switching into something far more regal than his usual casual wear he donned around Gaster. He left his crown sitting on the top of his dresser, cloak hung in his closet. He wore a violet shirt with an intricate design. Obviously hand stitched, and hardly worn. He selected a pair of clean, pressed slacks and tucked the shirt in before straightening his collar and returned to the mirror to comb out the fluffy mane of now dried golden locks upon his head.
As he did so (and the same with his beard) he cast a glance at the clock to see it was Six and quickly made sure he was presentable before exiting his room and returned to the kitchen to retrieve the bread from the Oven and began heating the skillet to cook the meat.
[ @gasteritis let’s do this]
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