🍴 - Timblsir because why not
Kinney loved an opportunity to show off her fine cooking skills. Although she wasn’t the chef of the Bocoe during her time on board, much to her dismay (there was only so much fish yogurt one person cold take), she was still a master of the culinary arts. So when the opportunity to cook for another came up, the kobold was even more ecstatic than usual to assist.
Such an opportunity had indeed arisen. Kinney had been sitting at her campfire, relaxing her paws after a long day of travel. She had already eaten, and now she was just reclining beneath the stars, when the rumbling of machinery in the distance made her ears perk up. Drawing Lt. Surge, she had faced the direction of the incoming sound with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. The prospect of fighting and killing excited her, so much so that her tail wagged.
Eventually the mech had showed up, and in it had appeared a very gaunt looking…goblin? He certainly looked like a goblin, but he was pink as her panties ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). This land was so strange. Though the goblin appeared friendly and even in need, Kinney certainly wasn’t fond of goblins, and was twirling her mace as she considered bashing his head in anyway when he asked for some food. The kobold’s eyes lit up at that, and her tail wagged happily at the offer. Normally she would have just continued with the murder, but she was in a cooking mood after an excellent meal earlier, and was eager to show off her skills to someone else.
Into her bag of holding Lt. Surge went and out of it Kinney drew a pot and a barrel of wine. She put the pot over the fire and then filled it up with the wine, filling the air with a smell of burnt grapes as the thick purple liquid began to boil. Once it was suitably bubbling, the kobold began withdrawing stones from her bag. Stone after stone went into the pot, the wine splashing up with each one as the rocks dropped in. Rocks of all various shapes and sizes went in, some sandstone, some limestone, and some just normal stones.
Eventually she withdrew a small ruby, game it a kiss, and then drew Lt. Surge again to crush it. The powder was crumbled into the pot. Finally she withdrew a sack of red sand and emptied into the pot. “To add a little extra spice,” she explained proudly. Through the whole process she grinned, clearly loving her work. With Lt. Surge in hand once again, Kinney dunked it into the pot and begun stirring with it, swirling the sand around and sending shocks of electricity through the thick liquid, illuminating the shards of rubies with flashes of blue.
“How does it look?” she asked happily, continuing to stir, the rocks knocking around in the pot as she did.
