[Open] The Mapo Tofu affair

[showsnopiety]

Who: Everyone! If you can smell it, you can find it!
When: 6/8-610
Where: Hall of Glory Parlour in Caissa
What: Caren found out she can make mapo tofu and is sharing with everyone. Heaven help us all.
Rating: So far none but will change when things happen.





THe Halls of Glory smell a little different today. Instead of the usual fare that the others might know from the weekly menu, there's a different scent. Something that may remind heroes of Airy, Ma Jiang dishes, or maybe, more simply, of home.

This was the result of Caren's cooking and some hunting on her part. And the results may be quite appealing. There are pots of rice, still steaming, and various bowls filled with the result known as mapo tofu. Some of them are spicer then others, and she hasn't seen fit to label which are very spicy, and which are quite mild. The only thing she has labelled, with a rim of green around the bowls, are the vegan variations, for those who can't, or do not, eat meat or meat by products.

Consider it a game of spice roulette. Because there are other bowls as well, with crushed cucumber-hot pepper salad, spicy tofu, and something that has spewed spinach and garlicy noodles within. But hey! You may be able to cool off with one of the pots of tea around the place-or with one of the rare tubs of ice cream of various flavors, kept chilled with an icy spell.

The cutlery and bowls are disposable, and there are trashbags to clean up after yourself. She's not going to do it for you!

But hey. Who can say no to free food?

Comments

[showsnopiety]

Does the bonus come with a custom gag?

[....welp.]

[babbylon]

Ah, I neglected to mention, should you manage to earn all three Seals...

[Leaning forward.]

...you may have your way with me. However you'd like. For an entire evening.

[showsnopiety]

...Ha.

[She smiles again. At least her usual one this time.]

Perhaps, after I tie you to the bed....I could catch up on some light reading.

Maybe I could even enjoy a relaxing bubble bath. How nice.

[babbylon]

One step at a time, child.

[Yes, he'd employed that child on purpose. Just to annoy her. Your Servant, Caren, as classy as ever.]

Have you finished my supper? You've done more than enough babbling as it is.

[showsnopiety]

I was going to conduct a cooking class for you, but it seems you've distracted me.

[She's annoyed, just a bit, but that doesn't stop her from going to check on her food.

Why does she want him again?]

Go into the freezer? That's where your dessert is, but it needs time to soften.

[babbylon]

[Proceeds to lounge all over the counter like a lazy cat. Your Servant, Caren, also as useless as ever.]

Get it for me instead.

[showsnopiety]

[Just for that, she's going to show him the fine art of mana.

Because she's going to point a finger and shock him in the butt.]

[babbylon]

[Good thing he has psionics so he can literally hurl her into the fridge. There, he did half of it for her.]

[showsnopiety]

[Ow. Thankfully, she's now high enough ranked that she doesn't get a nosebleed.]

We're not doing that in the kitchen. Have some manners.

[...Did she just hint that this was that.]

[babbylon]

[Shit, is this some EX-Rank foreplay? He wasn't thinking about it before, but he sure as hell is now. His mischievous expression suggests as much.]

Oh, no. You'd best punish me for my lacking attitude,

[don't do it, gil

don't do it

DON'T]

Mistress.

[showsnopiety]

[Oh my god

He did it

He said

The magic word]

Ah. Aha. No wonder you're bent over; you're ready to receive.

[She loosens what could have been taken as a red sash around her waist, revealing her first weapon: The Sinner's shawl.]

Don't hold your breath. It makes it hurt more.

[babbylon]

[Smacking his lips like a shameless little hussy. Because he can.]

Don't I at least get dessert first? Volpe.

[showsnopiety]

This is only to whet your appetite. Bestia.

[And she'll give him a good whack because hey. A Queen can take a Rook tappin that...

Well.]

[babbylon]

[JESUS H. CHRIST

GUESS WHO JUST FELL THE FUCK OVER

THIS GUY

OW]

[showsnopiety]

[Yup. She just whacked him with a shawl that was like steel.

She deactivated it, and tucked it right back around her waist, before she went over to the stove. Calmly, she made sure everything was done just right-even made sure he had some fresh green onions on it! Before she finished making his mapo tofu all pretty, and set it on the counter he had been so happily leaning against before.

Then she bends down to numb his butt with a spell.]

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hit too hard?

[babbylon]

I'm not into that sort of play...!

[Well, that's not entirely true. It's more that he hadn't been expecting it quite so hard. He's actually so out of it he can't properly scold her for the inappropriate butt pat, so instead he just winds up looking incredibly stupid. And pouty. And exactly what she's come to expect from him, basically.]

Honestly, woman, you're terrifying! Don't let that pad your ego, either; it's not a compliment!

[But of course she'll take it as one. Dammit.]

[showsnopiety]

That's the sweetest thing you could say to me.

[She even gives him a kiss on the cheek. Though it's on his face. Even she has her limits for what she's going to do in public. But she'll also murmur a spell so that the point of injury will feel pleasantly warm.

Thanks to Adra, she's become quite apt at spells on the go.]

But you'll get me the things you do like to play with, won't you?

[babbylon]

[And Gilgamesh just... lets it go. Decides to pretend this never happened, scoops himself up from the floor and retrieves his bowl from the counter, digging right in as an excuse not to say anything. The worst part is that it's good, it's really good, and so he can't really bark at her for screwing anything up.

This woman was a walking, talking disaster. That might also explain why he can't seem to stay away—fatal, and mutual, attraction.]

[showsnopiety]

[Ah, well. He's so cute when he's like this, she can't really think of anything to say. She feels rather...happy, she supposes? She got the better of him anyway.

Most of the time she did, one way or the other. But for the times that he did.]

I'll speak to you later about the Sumerian meal. I want to get it perfectly, just for you.

[She even goes to the freezer, and sets out the ice cream just for him. Because, well, she she's going to waltz out of the kitchen in the cloud of smug.]