#&rp

[animatedpugilist]

You all know what’s coming up here soon. So who’s gonna help me with the pranks?! I’m thinking of getting rocks that look like candy for everyone but I may need someone to remind me so I don’t try and eat them. Maybe riding a yeti into the house while Thancred is getting frisky. 

[poissonier-siebold-blog]

Tepid Waters [Juan&Siebold]

        && re: {x}

“I-I must apologize, Monsieur! I was running a promotion at my restaurant and it was rather foolish...”

Siebold stumbled over words, feeling rather hot in the cheeks. He wished he could will away the heat licking at his skin with his icy demeanor, but all the fretting in the world would not save his cracking composure.

“I am... fully aware of the customs of European gentry, thank you!”

[poissonier-siebold-blog]

Sharing a Bed [Brawly&Siebold]

             && re: {x} 

“I have never been to a Summer Camp,” Siebold remarked coldly, an agitation in his voice that was topped off with his usual sharp, unyielding façade of 'politeness'. However, it was difficult to mask his frustration. The thunder clapped outside, making it difficult to doze off even when he felt exhaustion tug at him. There were children weeping down the hallway. He tried to imagine the monotonous, soothing action of plucking a Farfetch'd for comfort, but there was none to be had with all the noise, even now from his own unasked for roommate. There would be no sleep tonight.

He accepts his fate and shifts up out of bed, dressed in naught but his undershirt and blue striped boxers, his thin toes tucked into socks. Surprisingly for being a chef, there was nay a stain upon any of his clothes, although he did seem to give off a smell of sea-salt and saffron. The lights flickered, then went out all together. “They say it's a typhoon,” He stated calmly. “Strange how we spend our lives mastering the elements, and still, they so easily overtake us. Reduce us.”

[poissonier-siebold-blog]

Broken Wings [Candice & Siebold]

                && for glaciaga

Siebold had accounted for most everything for these next two weeks – The chef to take his stead at Le Yeah, the champion to take his place in the Elite 4, someone to water his garden, someone to collect his mail... but how could he forget, who would care for his injured Swanna? True, he could ferry it to Hoenn with himself, but it would be a stressful trip for the injured and still rather traumatized thing. It seemed rather unwilling to leave the fountain in his miniscule yard, for the most part, despite being much too large for it.

Ideally, it would have been battle-fit a week ago but the stubborn thing seemed rather training-shy due to phantom pain in its still healing wing. Someone would need to watch them if he were to be flying the coop himself. So very indelicate.

On the Elite Four and Gym Leader network, he had put out a call for action. Certainly someone would be willing to sit for the house-sour little morsel.

[poissonier-siebold-blog]

Fine Dining [Juan&Siebold]

The clock was ticking on this very prestigious (if not spontaneous) catering job that was dominating his thoughts for the past few days. There was so much preparation that needed to be taken into account, so many people he would be forced to rely on to allow it to happen as planned.

Master Juan, seemingly bemused with his scrambling about, would be of no help to his plight. Still, he had agreed to meet the man for lunch to discuss the menu items he'd like for his Hoenn ball. 

Although Siebold was well-versed in the type of ingredients commonly found in Unova, Hoenn was new and difficult. Hopefully with his seniority and culture, Juan would have some idea of where to find fresh produce and fish. Surely an island wouldn't be lacking in bounty of either.

Siebold had decided to invite Juan over to his loft home, which cozily was furnished for his own comfortable living and just about no one elses. It had one of everything – except for the kitchen and breakfast nook, which was fully furnished to seat at least five comfortably. It was a cottage-y decorum, high ceilings, with a modern spin with white walls and light hues of blue and eggshell.

They would be alone, with Juan his only visitor in several months. Thankfully, Siebold was rather cleanly and also rarely spent time at home in his own kitchen, so the place needed little cleaning for guests.

The doorbell chimed to let him know the guest had arrived. On the table, there were a few plates set out with ingredients and a description of possible cooking methods.   He beckons Juan in with a curt nod of his head, gesturing into his home. “Please, allow me to take your coat. The dining room is just to your right. Would you prefer a Cabaret or a Merlot?”

[poissonier-siebold-blog]

Cooking By The Book [Nate&Siebold]

&& response to [x]

Th-three at once...? Certainly, I appreciate your... creativity and … innovation... Cooking is an art, yes, but it is not an abstract art! There are certain principles you must understand, the basics, before you can make a piece truly worthy of the palette... or at the very least, edible! Throw that out, I am certain it is borderline poison. You should have more consideration before putting that in the mouth of your Pokemon, and yourself!

Now what exactly are you interested in making? Shall we look at my recipe book together?

[tootsiewolf]

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