Culinary Heroism | @ Gerome
Cynthia trudged up to the roster with a heavy heart. Doing day to day chores around the camp was one of her least favorite things, mainly because she found that chopping firewood or polishing swords to be rather unheroic. They were no doubt important for a hero to succeed in battle, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not see anyone writing a ballad about how Sir Percival the Great made his bed every morning.
With a sigh she ran her finger down the list until she found her name: Cynthia - Lunchtime Cooking Duty. She smiled. Cynthia had a passion fro cooking, one of her favorite pastimes in fact, second only to being heroic. She particularly enjoyed baking, having inherited her mother's love for pies and pastries.
Remembering that cooking was usually done in pairs around the camp, she ran her finger along the duties list.
"Firewood........hunting.......weapon care. Here we are......Lunchtime Cooking Duty.....Gerome!?" she exclaimed with surprise. Though they had been great friends when they were children, she hadn't seen him for many years. She had heard through the grapevine that Lucina had managed to find him and convince him to return to the past, she had not known that he had arrived in the camp as well.
Cynthia began to make her way to the kitchen, imagining what her old friend would be like now. She remembered a rather cheerful boy but quiet boy with a fear of heights that she had helped cure.....but a lot had happened since then. They had all changed so much, so she really did not know what to expect.
When she arrived at the kitchen, she stood hesitantly before the doorway, contemplating how she should greet her old friend.