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*smiles*
...yes, please, if it's not a bother.
do you wanna come over and watch me attempt to cook while rav's distracted?
alright the first step is to figure out what the hell to make. any suggestions??
...Hearty Monster Soup?
I know the recipe :3
perfect choice. follow up question: how do you make soup?
...like specifically this soup or just soup in general?
soup in general. all i've (successfully) made is apple pie. i tried doing noodles once too but that's when i got kicked out
(mod: uhm. i think we broke your blog
it's doing this)
(ooc: good. XD)
uh, hold on lemme check-
so you cut up a bunch of stuff, throw it into a pot filled with some kind of liquid, expose it to harsh amounts of heat and pray it doesn't burn.
monster soup needs Tabantha wheat, goat butter, a hearty radish and monster extract. so... pour extract into pot, plop in butter and then chop up the veg. i think.
gotcha. how much extract? and does it matter which monster extract? i have a couple
uh... idk enough to fill the pot probably? and i don't think it matters, just choose your favorite :3
gotcha, kodongo extract it is. *filling the pot* are we supposed to, like... boil it or smth?
i think so? a fire rod could probably be hot enough to boil it... oh yeah, i found a radish in a weird abandoned cabin, it looks like it's not completely rotten :D
good enough for me *cocks firerod* fourth times the charm, right?
( @very-normal-ravio your kitchen smells suspiciously like burning. again.)
yeah! :3
letâs go-
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âŚis it supposed to do that?
...probably? how else is it supposed to boil?
...maybe we just need to let it air out a bit. uhm. and open the windows
makes sense, the more fire the better! :D
but yeah, fresh air sounds like an evil idea-
mhm
golden goddesses, please don't let ravio be home--
alright, uh, what's next?
butter and cutting up the veggies i think :D
ooo if he comes home he can try our soup! ^^
ok, do we melt the butter or just put it in there as is?
yup. and then he'd hit me over the head with a hammer :]
...uh put it in as is i guess? it should melt in the fire :3
ooh blunt force trauma! always fun :D
(ooc: sorry for the late response lol i had to sleep)
that seems logical. in it goes!
i've learned that rav's too busy constructing bombs to notice the burning smell so. we should be fine :]
can you help chop the veggies?
that's probably for the best (ooo can you use bombs for cooking?! :D)
and yeah, sure!
*i concentrate hard, and a kitchen knife begins to float before chopping up the rotten radish. an awful smell comes from it, but it's not as noticeable with the amount of smoke in the room*
*nose twitches* hm. that doesn't-- well onions don't smell the best either when you cut them so it's probably fine. probably.
do those go into the soup next?
i think so! then we just have the tabantha wheat left :D
it smells... not great admittedly, but it'll work out fine im sure!
as wild likes to say: trust the process. in goes the radish. do we cut the wheat or just put it in there whole?
...put it in whole? the fire can probably do the rest :D
that sounds reasonable.
...so do we just leave it there to cook? i'd stir it but all my spoons are wooden...
...yeah i think it can just boil
...do you have fire extinguishers in hyrule? because we might need one when it's done cooking.
uhm. i have a rod that can summon water and a rod that can summon ice? and a gust blower?
hmm... gust blower will only fan the flames, and i think there's oil in monster extract so water or ice won't work... putting the lid on the pot should help suffocate the flames, though.
i'm dead and can't be burnt by the fire, so i can probably put the lid on. if that doesn't work, a sand rod should suffocate the fire.
mm. well, be careful. i'll go retrieve my sand rod real quick
i mean, with all the effort we've put into it, it has to taste at least somewhat good, so there's that
it's made with love! :D
*floats casually* ...how long does it take soup to boil again?...
...i thought you had the recipe??
i have the ingredient list, this thing says absolutely nothing about measurements or baking time. *glances at the pot*
*there is active smoke piling out of it, and the contents appear to be nothing more than a black liquid and charred contents that were once veggies.*
that looks like it's done :D
...yeah just about. *pulls the pot off the burner*
how many servings does that look like to you?
...uh... some of it looks like it evaporated, but probably about five or six servings?
i can't eat so it's plenty enough for you and ravio, and i had two evil friends request some, so that'd be four servings needed with leftovers! :3
@evilimpaa @evil-wolfie soup is ready! :D
hearing the evil yell of the ghost Evil Wolfie rushed over to the house. Eyeing the streams of smoke billowing out the window, Wolfie jumped up, putting his front paws on the windowsill to see into the house.
The smell of- oh evil goddesses that was horrible- burning and rot assaulted his nose, making the wolf reel back, letting out a surprised whimper as he sneezed repeatedly.
Glaring, Evil Wolfie trotted back up to the window. He was invited to eat soup and darn it if he wasnât going to try it.
The soup bubbles menacingly in the pot, crisp ash covering the surface, and what's beneath is no doubt not much better. The faint scent of magic traces the soup, hinting to the method of which it was cooked.
The veggies in the tar-like substance sinks slightly, condemned to their fate in whatever this was supposed to be before it was tormented by the cooking skills of it's creators.
The evil ghost, noticing Evil Wolfie's presence, smiles and begins to make a bowl for him. A soup ladle that looks like it's seen better days becomes surrounded with an orange glow, floating in the air and scooping up some soup, before pouring it into a bowl.
The bowl then glows in a similar manner and floats over to the window sill, resting passively on it as it awaits the poor soul that'll try this abomination.
...Maybe it tastes better than it looks?
Putting his paws back onto the windowsill, Evil Wolfie stared at the bowl of... burnt for seconds. His ears pinned back and a slight coil of his jaws the only sigh that he was displeased in the moment.
Glancing between the evil pair and the cursed soup Evil Wolfie let out a soft whine before leaning down, and lapped up some soup.
It tasted like he was eating a chunk of charcoal after barfing, the concoction burning his senses as he forcefully swallowed the bit in his mouth.
Hacking violently as the 'soup' immediately wanted to come back up, Evil Wolfie moved away from the house. Several whines leaving his throat before he suddenly fell over.
uh⌠@literal-legend-rabbit is soup supposed to do that?âŚ
...no that. that might be classified as poison.
*he kneels next to @evil-wolfie , feeling for a pulse and letting out a fairy*
uh. oh evil hylia. i- itâs- i didnât-
please help him.
( @evil-wolfie )
Evil Wolfie wheezed as the fairy twirled around his head, her magic leaving a sparkle on his fur as it fell onto him.
Wo-of
Evil Wolfie let out a violent hack as he shifted onto his belly, lifting his head he looked between the ghost and hylian.
Woof, woof woof.
(You can not cook, I would say an evil thanks for the meal but, no.) Getting up Evil Wolfie shook out his fur then poked the pair with his wet nose. Stepping back he woofed again. (Please get a Wild, evil or not, to supervise the next time you try something.)













