[Invite] Building Kalliste

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OOC - Objectives: Arrange furniture and fixtures in the cafe. Create a menu for the cafe. Finalize by throwing dwarf. Helpers: Mab Tobin Word Count: 370	A pretty little white-wash building stood in a busy corner of the streets of Londinium. While most of the bakeries and food shops were situated closer to St.Pancras Station where merchant stalls were located, the white-wash building stood farther away from competitors. Indeed, no one would know that the building was to be opened as a cafe. Its owner stood in front of its door, a vertically-challenged samurai with long black hair and subdued wolf-hair features. In contrast with the building before her, she wore a black yukata, black shorts and thigh-high boots which increased her movement speed, tailored by the guild leader of Aeryn. It was easy to move in and would do well for her activities that day. The girl, earlier, called up two people who could help her achieve her goal of opening a theme cafe that was prominent in her mother’s homeland. Caerbannog had first called the sunshiney druid Mab who was the first to inspire her to take her cooking craft to a larger audience, and then she called the dwarf because he was a dwarf. And also, because he was a brewer. The samurai paced in front of the white-wash building early that morning. She had purchased it for a pretty penny because of its location, but the place was only slightly better than the rest of Londinium due to the recent cleaning events. A mere rectangular room, it was painted white to make it seem more spacious and to take in as much light as it could even though the ceiling was fairly low. Some kind scribes had seen how plain the building was and offered to decorate the exterior for her. To their surprise, Caerbannog had requested a few funny doodles and sketches instead of exquisite writings or drawings. It seemed odd to them but the samurai paid them for their trouble regardless of how easy the task was, and so they did not bother the girl about it. The wolf-hair sat down beside the front door amidst the funny drawings and the silence of her white-wash building, in contrast with the busy street before her. She hummed to herself a pointless tune as she waited for the druid and the dwarf.
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[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 31 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 344	Tags: @dindeen Tobin	Skills: none used

The girl walked with determination. She walked towards an address the fun sized girl Caerbannog had sent her. Why was she walking there, well she was walking there because Caer was a friend, and she had asked for help. Mab liked helping her friends so there was really nothing further too it. As she passed Saint Pancreas station she walked further to see the black haired girl standing in front of a building. It looked like a store front. Mab wondered what a themed maid cafe meant. Having lived in the United Kingdom all her life she could only guess.

Mab was wearing her city attire. This meant she had put on a yellow shirt that had a smiling sunflower as motif. A red pair of jeans and red boots. Off course her black top hat with bunny ears sat firmly on her head. All in all the sunny girl had bright colors on. She loved them. As she approached the storefront and the tiny girl whistling in front she noticed the girl was wearing an outlandish but very cute outfit. Very much on the dark side though. Handy if you don’t want people to see its bloody but otherwise a tad black. Mab decided to take the girl shopping one day.

The outfit was cute, but lacked color Mab felt. She stood there watching the fun sized samurai for a second before walking up and calling out to her.

“Good morning Caer!”

Mab walked up to her, standing next to the girl while looking at the building.

“So this is the place huh?”

Sounding very exited the girl wanted to walk up to the windows to peek inside. She curbed her curiosity for now. Mab was sure that if this was the place Caerbannog would let see it eventually. Perhaps she was waiting for other people. Mab did not know, nor did she mind waiting, well she minded waiting, she wanted to see it. Mab felt excited, something new, something unusual. The cooking of this brilliant cook..... What more could a girl want.

[Tobin]

Word count: 692

The dwarf©, despite is fairly easy going nature; found himself somewhat apprehensive of this new business. Cafe sounded more simple, easy going than running a bar as a day job and the promise of good food so close, he could almost taste it on it’s tongue. Just the halfing wasn’t entirely keen on dressing up like a maid again. The doubt was interrupted by memory flicked through his mind of his previous life as a maid that made a chuckle erupt from the pit of his stomach.

-Actually, the more I think about it, the effect it has on people is probably worth the inconvenience.-

Not that Tobin was dressed for the role yet, the Halfling was dressed in a cheap bartender uniform that he typically wore when in kiss, a simple shirt and suit pants held up by suspenders. Though for dramatic value he had a rucksack swung over his shoulder that contained his other attire. Indeed he had even trimmed his beard a little, partly because the swamp had caused the ends to dry out and to spilt. So as a result that he even looked a bit less rugged than usual; only a few inches mind you, he hadn’t quite mustered the bravery to see what lay underneath. The world wasn’t ready.

His lazy eye roamed over the address as the steady Strider wandered down the street, immediately catching the glimpse of the bright orange of the tall druid. For a moment he pondered whether the druid would always get the first word in, but then a idle shrug dispelled that outter body idea, his eyes flicked over their heads at the bar as he gave that trademarked Dwarf©grin, his gaze at the cafe.

“Howdey ther’ lassies, loveh ta see ya both. Kepin’ well?”

Caer likely understood that the dwarfen accent was heavily put on by now, though by now it was as much of his public identity as the clothes he wore.

“Lookin’ good, an’ that’s befor’ I stop talkin' ‘bout the cosplay. Anyway, ya wanted ta ‘ear some ideas foar ya menu right? I made notes lassie.”

From his pocket a slip of paper was withdrawn and passed to the girl as he took a cheeky glance around her to have a sneak preview of the café design. The list contained a few meal items that reminded him of home But perhaps more important included a few warm drinks that included a few teas brands, to sweet tea to hot chocolates and coffee mixtured. It was surprisingly well written compared to what was expected, certain real life habits were more difficult to abandon. It was a pity he couldn’t falsify an imaginative naming scheme.

Sweet Tea: Brewed while hot, sugar is added to black tea at boiling temperatures before being chilled to be ice cold. May have raspberry, lemon or mint flavourings. Syrup is available on demand.

‘Believe the miracles’ hot chocolate: A rich hot chocolate made using a chocolate syrup to hot water. May have small pieces of white chocolate, cream and/or marshmallows added at extra price,

Cappuccino: is a coffee drink composed of espresso and hot milk, with the surface topped with foamed milk. The expression is introduced into the bottom third of the mug, The top third of the drink consists of milk foam; this foam can be decorated with artistic drawings made with the same milk, called latte art.

Most notably there was an absence of alcohol based drinks on the menu. Perhaps that would change with time, but he wasn’t gonna give either girl the opportunity to get drunk off her own supply. It was hardly a creative menu, but it was a start of some description. Plus he imagined, based on previous experience, people typically knew what they wanted to order even before they looked at the menu. The creativity helped keep the dwarf© on his toes. He wouldn’t be able to reach over the counter otherwise.

“’ere ya go, when cha gonna let us come inside ‘n’ hav’ a look? I can ‘ven play dress-up if cha wanted meh to. Got da gear in the ‘ear ‘ere”

Great, more puns.

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OOC - Objectives: Arrange furniture and fixtures in the cafe. Create a menu for the cafe. Finalize by throwing dwarf. Helpers: Mab Tobin Word Count: 365 OOC Notes: Please RP suggesting the items that you suggested in this OOC thread.	Upon the sight of a familiar druid, the dark-attired samurai immediately hopped to her feet and stood up straight. She then raised an arm above her head and waved to the approaching Mab. Once within earshot of the girl, she lowered her arm and beamed at the much taller adventurer. There really was something about the druid’s presence that made Caerbannog feel happy, but that wasn’t a curious question that she wanted an answer to. “O-ha-you!” came the wolf-hair’s greeting, a response to Mab’s own exclamation. Side by side, the pair looked like a tree and a shrub; but a pretty tree and a pretty shrub, mind you. As for Caerbannog, she did not mind. Mab was the only very tall adventurer that she was not afraid of, once again a curiosity that she did not bother to understand. The question at hand was- oh hey, dwarf! The samurai squinted at Tobin as he approached; he was appropriately dressed for the situation, so it seemed. Caerbannog disapproved. “That is so not dwarfy...” the wolf-hair shook her head at the half-ling. The samurai accepted the slip of paper, however, and took a quick look. It seemed simple enough and fitting for the theme of the cafe, though the names had to be spruced up a bit. Caerbannog nodded at the dwarf and then she stepped towards the front door. The girl took a deep breath, expecting all the purchased furniture in disarray for the orderly appearance upfront could just be that- a front. But to her surprise, the movers already arranged the interior to the best of their capability. “Oooooh...” Caerbannog cooed in awe at the sight, though behind the counter all of the kitchen equipment still had to be tidied up, “Less work for us!” Caerbannog ran over to the counter and pointed at the area above it. “Could put menu there?” she asked before she sat down on a chair and looked over Tobin’s list of brews. The girl picked at the list and then she looked over to the two, “Let’s make one daily special each. What would Mab like? And dwarf? Could suggest dessert too! And for baked stuff, I can make hamburger rolls?”
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[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 68 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 556	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

There was news, news that his girlfriend had opened up a shop. Well, it wasn’t really news to him, as the samurai rarely hid anything from him. It was also because he had a knack of getting information out of her whenever he pleased, especially with the usage of tickling and a few kisses. Anyways, I digress. The assassin decided to surprise the samurai with his visit. While she knew he would be there eventually, she did not know the exact time he would go. And since it was a rarity that anyone used their mini-maps in town, it was more likely that she would not notice that he was on his way to surprise her. The assassin went ahead to find the building.

Ryuu was on the roof of the building across the street from it. He decided to scope out the area before planning his attack on the samurai. After recognizing that there was an entrance in the front and in the back, he liked the idea of using the back to make his surprise even better. After scouting out the place, he decided to hire some people to do some simple tasks for him. Ryuu dropped down to the floor and walked towards the main market and looked for the florist. He noticed several different bouquets of flowers all picked fresh in the morning from the Savill Garden. Ryuu then paid for 3 bouquets and sent two of them with the delivery person. “Distract everyone inside the building while I sneak through the back to surprise the cook,” he instructed the delivery person. He kept the most beautiful of the bouquets in his hands and sent the other two on their way. They weren’t ugly, but they paled in comparison to the bouquet he held in his hand. It was all deliberate, of course, but the bouquets that were coming from the front were literally for distraction and also a company warming gift.

The assassin went around the back and waited for the clamor to start from inside.

Ring, ring. the bell had shaken when the door had open at the front. Now they could’ve been potential flowers, but the three in the building would notice that it was a person with flowers to deliver. The messages on those cards simply said “Congratulations on opening Kalliste!” The assassin quietly opened the door at the back and checked to make sure there were no noise makers attached to this door as well. He slid through with the beautiful bouquet, much larger than the ones that had come through the front door. The delivery man then pointed towards the bouquet that was in the back, and when they turned, the three would see that it was Ryuu, or Kumori that carried the bouquet. “Hey, I would like to order one order of Caerbannog… I believe the price is this bouquet,” he said with a smirk. He wondered how the chef would react to the surprise that her boyfriend had cooked up for her. The assassin smiled towards the chef and smiled. “I think I want to kiss this Caerbannog,” he said aloud. He knew this would be embarrassing for her, so when he finally set down the flowers, Ryuu would embrace her and kiss her on the lips. “Congratulations, cutie,” he would say to her.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 31 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 499	Tags: @dindeen Tobin Kumori	Skills: none used

The warm greeting offered by the small samurai made Mab smile. It was a warm and friendly girl, sure she had her off moments but so did Mab. That did not matter to the girl at all. She would not ask about what happened in Tobin’s bar before. For two reasons, the first being that it was quite likely that Caerbannog had forgotten about it, let’s face it, she was very very drunk. The second reason was that Mab did not want to ask about anything that could make the girl that upset. Mab hated it when people where...

The girls thoughts were interrupted because Tobin came waddling up. The dwarf really made a show out of being a dwarf. It was what dwarfs did Mab supposed. Mab really had nothing to compare it to, this because Tobin was the only dwarf she knew. Surely there should be others... Mab just never met them. Maybe he truly was the only dwarf in town.

“Good morning Tobin to you too!”

Mab answered the dwarf. Once inside Mab gawked at all the amazing stuff. She looked every were inspecting every nook and cranny. She was amazed by how much was already done. Mab feared that they would be logging around furniture, and chairs, and well a lot of stuff. But this was quite alright. It needed thorough cleaning. That was all that needed to be done. Mab beamed at Caer.

“I am gonna get a bucket and a mop, and some cleaning supplies!”

The girl said sounding merry. Yep the girl was in a good mood. The cleaning tools were bound to be around somewhere. The girl busied herself trying to find all that was needed to clean up the front of the store. While she started cleaning, Mab hummed a tune. It wasn’t a particular well know tune, probably something she had heard somewhere. Mab would leave the kitchen up to the chef. Mab did this for one simple reason. The girl could burn water. Mab was dreadful in the kitchen. Any food she made, well, it just seemed terrible. Alive maybe? Mab did not know what to make of cooking. It seemed like something alien. This was strange because she made a decent pharmacist, but everything she tried to ever cook herself.... Well in elder tale it just turned into a purplish oozing muck. Not that the girl was much better back in the real world. People feared her food, as food poisoning was not out of the question. While Mab was working somewhere the doorbell shook. A delivery....?

“Tobin can you get that?”

Mab called out to the dwarf. Mab was logging around heavy buckets to clean another section of the cafe. She literally had her hands full. She hoped the dwarf wouldn’t mind. Mab did not think the dwarf would particularly care. “It never hurts to ask.” Mab thought to herself. Because she realised that Tobin was probably making himself very useful as well. Otherwise why come?

[Tobin]

(OOC: Well, I was told to pull no punches, so I didn’t. XD Enjoy. I also stopped copywriting the Dwarf©, too labour intensive.)

Word Count: 1056

"n' good mornin' to ye sunshine."

He smiled in reply to Mab, before the Dwarf© raised an eyebrow. How was dressing respectfully not Dwarf©? This Dwarf© was the last Dwarf© in existence since the Dwarf© ragnarok that resulted in only crazy people being Dwarf©, so only the only example of Dwarf© was this Dwarf©ing Dwarf© right here. That noble Dwarf© you. He followed then chuckled as he tilted his head back to look her in the eye and shrugged his shoulder, wondering briefly whether his absence of height was the main reason he was kept around.

"Don't cha be worryin' 'bout tat, I be keepin' ta uniform in 'ere ta be kept clean till show time Ceary. Trust me, it will be Kawwiii or somethin’"

Though he was familiar with the movie where her name came from, he seemed incapable of using the entire name, and instead seemed to give her random nicknames. The same was with the eastern terms that rolled off his tongue as if it was eastern sorcery. Not that he had a problem with the idea, but back in the real world, those that used those fancy terms such as “hiatus” and “kawwwii” instead of “going away” and “cute” were often seen as more strange. Often people who lived in livid fantasy lands, Tobin missed the irony that he was simply an animation in one such place.

With that he followed the girls into the bar and nodded with approval as his eyes scanned around, it was quite a pleasing, simple design. The dwarf immediately liked it, it made a change from the more medieval bars that he was used to seeing and a reminder of the days back in the world where he would often stop off for a quick hot chocolate on the way home from university. A smile creased the Halflings features as both girls started to beam and dash around, the excitement that they projected was infectious.

“Ahahah! Well, I agree with ya, ‘here looks good enougth foar da menu. I did hav’a few good ideas for ta menu, let me hav’a a look.”

With that he picked up the chalkboard and with the chalk scribbled down a couple of ideas. Though, as he paused to write down the beverage, he scrapped his middle finger lightly against the agonising board, drawing a singular screech. A laugh and a plea that he wouldn’t do it again would follow as he finished his suggestions, all the while he expected the girl to snatch the chalk from him repeatedly to adjust his fairly basic naming schemes.

Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, eggs, beans Spam and Spam: Sushi Spam with eggs, spam spam and eggs, spam and bean. Accompanied by a tall glass of green with a hint of line, and a biscuit of spam.

“Sushi and spam? Ya crazy lass!” He complained as took the chalk back

Apple Discordant: An apple hollowed out and filled with crushed meringue and lemon juice; a Trojan horse of flavours. Comes with either cream of caramel.

Heaven-no-Chuu～♥ Strudel
Caramelized apple, custard and a touch of cinnamon wrapped in a puff pastery: decorated with large sugar crystals and a dollop of cream on the side.

“Actually, apple strudel is a favourite of mine, donno wut the rest means.”

The drinks themselves had already been added to the menu, so thus far he had wrote down 6 items when the doorbell rang. With a sigh he rose up and passed the chalk to whomever wanted to write next, the dwarf opened the door and looked up at the delivery boy, bright colours of flowers in his face. With a confused look he accepted the buddle of colours onto his face as he read the message on it and got a face full of pollen. Only when he lowered the bundle from his face to address them did he see the assassin.

“Ah far me? Ya realleh shouldn’t hav’ boy. Luts hav’a look, ““Congratulations on opening Kalliste!”, seems ta be… Oh, Kumori’. Nice of ya to come in da back door.”

In the past the assassin was only ever present for one of two reasons, because Caer needed help, or to romance her, to the extent that his appearances reminded him of a dog kept on a tight lead. The leader of Acyan had come off a rude and stiff individual in their few encounters due to a tendency to blank everyone else out aside from his obsession in social encounters, he had seen tree trunks less woody. This trend hadn’t really changed since he proceeded to immediately have it off with the lass in front of them with a huge romantic gesture. As a result, Komari managed to be one of the few individuals that Tobin didn’t particularly like as he found him just about more interactive than Scoria’s gaze. Just the gaze.

As Tobin found the situation rather irritating he spoke out with a low, booming voice when the assassin moved in for the kiss, a huge grin playing on his lips since nothing could stop him from making the moment as awkward as dwarfingly possible. Dwarf didn’t join threads to watch re-enactments of certain teenage novels and didn’t find the gesture comfortable for the onlooker in the slightest. At least he knew Kumori and Caer were not related, otherwise he might have seriously considered punching him in the love sack.
“Are you surree you should be kissing your sister likeee thattt…” There was a pause, one just long enough for the mood to get back, before he started again. “Interfamily relations, a game the whole, family cannnnn play.”

The dwarf then chuckled as he proceeded to vault over the counter, leaving either one to explain to poor Mab about his rather vulgar statements. His broad hands roamed over the appliances he would be soon using to make beverages. Soon enough he would be working his magic on the mana powered pumps, so that he familiarised himself with the instruments as he cleaned them. All the while gently humming “sailing” under his breath, the Halfling would wait until that was done before considered getting changed.

“Hey Mab, ya feel free to suggest a few othar things ta go on da menu. I’m just doin’ a tad of clean-up ovar here befor’ the shop is opened.”

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OOC - Objectives: Arrange furniture and fixtures in the cafe. Create a menu for the cafe. Finalize by throwing dwarf. Helpers: Mab Tobin Kumori Word Count: 545 OOC Notes: Please RP suggesting the items that you suggested in this OOC thread.	The preparations for Kalliste and putting together its menu had so far been going well. The two people whom she called over were certainly helpful, and perhaps it was time to be nicer to the dwarf. He was, after all, someone who was industrious and trustworthy both with casual settings and in the battlefield. His suggestions for the menu were surprisingly coherent too and not something incredibly too dwarfy to the samurai’s taste. So it was settled- she’d be nicer to the dwarf. Or at least, she could try. As for Mab, well who would not want a sunshiney druid around them? The girl was like a tall beacon of light, both literally and figuratively, and her enthusiasm rubbed off on the dark samurai. When Mab stepped away to start cleaning the place, Caer remembered the druid’s earlier question which was left unanswered. “Oh! By the way, this is a maid cafe,” she said to both the druid and the dwarf, “Maids do things like... be cute and greet people with ‘Welcome, Master!’, and sing or dance for them.” She was going to add that maids in cafes usually took pictures with the customers too, but she was unsure if cameras existed in Elder Tale. A painting could suffice, but that would take too long to make. Once her short explanation was done, Caerbannog let the druid go off somewhere to clean the interior while she looked over the menu yet again. When the doorbell rang, Tobin was kind enough to attend to it which left the wolf-hair by herself near the counter. She almost jumped when the back door opened up and a bouquet walked in. What? “Huh?” Caerbannog tilted her head a bit, unsure of how to react to the thing. The girl did not think to look at her interface for in all her eighty-seven levels, she still sucked royally at figuring it out. But the confusion was cleared up when Kumori revealed himself to be the one behind it all, and Caer stood to attention since her guild leader had just walked in. Yet the confusion returned when the assassin stated that his order was Caerbannog, and that the payment was the bouquet. First of all, she did not like flowers. They made her sneeze... then again, she was in Elder Tale, and so that was one hurdle that the assassin could overcome. Another issue was that she, being the chef, was not part of the menu and was merely a maid that the customers could look at. And did he just ask for a kiss? Oh dear. “Eee? EEE?!” the samurai looked to her left and then to her right, but there was no escape. She was caught between the counter and the stalker. Kumori moved in close to the girl and took what he wanted, as usual. As if the whole bouquet thing was not embarrassing enough, the assassin actually embraced Caerbannog and kissed her in front of the dwarf and the druid. There was something about that which made Kyuu more upset than usual, and in addition to what was already happening, the dwarf made that comment too. After the brief kiss, the samurai pushed the assassin away and then she began to sniffle. “Ryuu-nii... is so mean! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Caer wailed.
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[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 68 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 402	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

The reaction of Tobin’s made him shake his head furiously. He sighed and then looked over at Mab who would probably really confused. The assassin smacked his hand to his head and shook his head. “Don’t listen to the dwarf.. he knows we’re not actual siblings. She’s my girlfriend, but she hasn’t been able to stop the habit of calling him ‘Onii-san,” which means brother. But before he could kiss his girlfriend longer, the samurai pushed him away and started crying. He shot a glance at the dwarf and shook his head. He then put his forehead on top of the samurai’s. “I’m sorry… don’t cry… I won’t do this until you’re more comfortable with it,” he said while wiping the tears away from her eyes. The assassin then stood up and looked outside. “Well, I won’t dress up as a maid, but I will dress up as a butler. Besides, it seems like you need some help anyways. Do you mind if I do that?” he asked his girlfriend. He then looked at Tobin and shook his head. “It’s a wonder why I haven’t kicked you out of my guild yet,” he sighed as he then looked towards Mab. “You seem to have become good friends with Caerbannog… and you seem to have grown quite a bit since I first met you… would you like to join Caerbannog, Tobin, and I in our guild? While you may not be strong now, we do strive to train and to make you a better adventurer. Besides, I would say that the two of us are pretty good teachers,” he said. Ryuu nodded at the druid. “Think about it, let me know if you want to join, if ever… I should go get changed after putting this flowers in good places,” he said.

The assassin began arranging the flowers in areas that would most accentuate the room as well as the flowers so that people would get a good view of everything and so that more people would be willing to enter or come again. The assassin went to the back room to get changed into his butler suit that he decided to craft quickly, and then he went outside to gain the two female’s approval. “So what do you two think?” he asked. He did not have a jacket. The outer most layer was his suit vest and he wore a black bowtie.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 31 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 516	Tags: @dindeen Kumori Tobin	Skills: none used

To say that Mab was shocked into silence would not be far from the truth. Mab had no older or younger siblings so it was not like she knew how they would usually get along. But to send flowers and wanting to kiss your sister... It sounded well... off... Mab could not really explain why but it made the situation a slightly creepy. She stopped cleaning altogether when the dwarf made his remarks. The just cleaned wet rag lay useless in her hands.

The druid looked angrily at the dwarf who could have just told the truth, instead decided to play a joke on her. Well that is what it felt like because everyone else in the room knew the truth. It was probably best that Kumori had set the record straight before Mab had the chance to get a word in. Because now all she could do was gasp for air and look really surprised. Mab did not really understand love, or boys for that fact. She found them very frustrating, in their need to protect the “weaker race” called female and crap like that. Love was something that happened to others. It wasn’t any of Mab’s business to begin with.

Mab rushed to the samurai’s side, feeling a need to be there for the tiny girl. Mab did not understand why she was crying. If they were lovers, he just did a very nice thing? Didn’t he? She made a funny face in front of the girl.

“No more crying... Today is a good day!”

Mab said while changing her funny face to something even weirder.

“Today we start with this restaurant!”

Mab was trying to lift the samurai’s spirits. By making weird and funny faces she hoped this would help. By reminding her of why they were here, might aid in making the girl smile again. Mab really liked the cheerful caerbannog.

The question of joining the guild made Mab fall silent for a moment. Mab had not joined a guild before because she never felt right about it. Like she would not fit in. Mab needed to understand the guild first. What they were about and why they would like her to join. If they were a power grabbing guild, or seeking domination over others, Mab would have to refuse... It was not something the girl enjoyed.

“Can you tell me a little more about your guild?”

Mab wanted to ask but her mouth did not listen to her mind. Before she had the chance to ask the question, the assassin had moved away doing other things. It left the druid to contemplate his question. Mab knew she liked the company of the dwarf and the little human girl. Mab was not too sure about the assassin. She just had not met him often enough. But her impression of him so far was that he could get a little preachy, and seemed focussed on his what turned out to be his girlfriend. Mab did not really mind the latter, that made sense, she figured. Most people had their attention solely on their significant other. However if she had to deal with these very openly displays of affection... well that might just be enough to...

[Tobin]

(OOC: Note, the menu isn't included in the post count. I provided it for conviences sake. Also I rp making drinks on my turn, but he will make you a drink, so ya can just say you have it.)

Word Count: 925

The dwarf was busy working the apparatus as things happened behind him. To be fair there wasn’t much to do as the mechanics had already assembled things. So all he had to do was clean the surfaces with a dash of hot water… Wait, was the Dwarf using –Eye of the Tiger- to scrub the surfaces with such vigour? Sweat forming as he polished that metal with JUSTICE! In any case the primary check over was done. All the hairy fellow had to do was run a few samples through to check all it functioned fine. Quite elementary really.

“News to me.” He chuckled as he winked as he slid 4 coin into his palm. “Dun’t be quite so glum lasses ‘n’ lad, I'm sorry, ‘eres a little party trick I picked up.”

He commented aloud as he flipped a single bronze coin into the air and spun it into the before him before he caught it on his index finger, a snug fit for indent in the coin as it remained perfectly vertical, kept aloft by the rapid turning of his arm, a subtle manipulation of the spin to make it retain its position, then with a flick of the wrist he set it and three others flying, then his right hand flicked across once, twice, three, four times. The dwarf sighed as two hit the ground, the other two, the bronze baring Acyens seal, was captured between thumb and finger, and between his fingers respectively. A chuckle followed this as he flicked the coins back to his palm, it was a training technique to try and improve his coordination though it would be a decent party trick when he got better at it.

“Ah bugger, et still need some work.”

He chuckled as he continued to roll the bronze coin in his hand, it forming a river in the palm of his hand as he strolled behind the counter. The dwarf felt uncomfortable in this situation for a few reasons, making the lass cry, proceeded to immediately get close to after the shove and apparently blamed the dwarf for all of it, all the hallmarks of a slimily individual who talked good game and preyed on the inexperienced. Or alternatively he was such a beautiful male that the dwarf immediately felt severe insecurities just being under his hypnotic gaze! After all, dwarf was the third gender! But in all seriousness the situation was uncomfortable, and one that he absolutely loathed to be in.

Not that the masculine dwarf would ever admit affection to Omi-sanpai! Or however those silly eastern phrases went. In any case dwarf appeared indifferent with that grin ever present, flipping the bronze coin as the convo continued. The only time the dwarf showed any sign of emotion other than his lain back amusement, was at the sign of the suggestion of being kicked out. There was a brief raise of an eyebrow before he erupted into loud laughter as if he had been struck by a particularly funny joke. He publicly embarrassed Caer and had the cheek to list him as the scoundrel? That was comedy! The dwarf felt a good educational lecture coming on that he gave from behind the bar. The entire thing was a comic act to him and not once did his act slip.

-Oh, two can play that game.-

"Because lik' Star Trek, ya need a foil! A Spork or Mc Coy ta ya Kirk, the delustrant to ya twilight sparkle. Figured there's no brand better then Dwarfen foil©, proven to be 66% mor' durable, ideal for preservin' any good meal oar makin' light of an awkward situation! Now available at the Kalliske, sometim's on demand other times on prescription." The sentence was hung briefly. A little chuckle followed. "I prescribed it fa ya in this case, ya symptoms required a dose of humility, especially when Cear can easily kick ya ass. So don’t be forcin' me to take the entir' blame wha' is ya issue, 'fter all, we all be friends 'ere, no?”

He gave a sly little wink at the end of that as flipped the coin and caught it between his first and index finger, before flipping it back into his top pocket. Perhaps he had spent too long in the presence of Caer to be concerned with what the assassin would do, since ultimately the message was mostly intended to be helpful. With that he turned around and flipped three mugs down onto the table.  Verbal chess aside, his main role was that of the entertainer and like in KISS his role wasn’t to comment on what he saw, but to provide a good drink for the sort of merry mood. As a brewer, he enjoyed the joy people sampled when tasting a beverage that he created, though previously his patrons were often befallen some drama like this one that prevented them really enjoying the beverage.

“Ya want a drink to go with ya talks? I need ta make sure these babies work. The guild is quite friendly by the way Mab, some good people there..”

Oh and about menu, because dwarf reached over and grabbed the board and scribbled things while people were distracted by drama. Dwarf was such an efficient worker otherwise Caer would have to put it up. He frowned as he tided up the menu ready to hang up, baring additional amendments which he would leave to the chef to do the honours. Hopefully that would be the end of that.

" 'ere ya go Cear, honour be yours."

3v3ryday Specials Wan-wan Curry Mab's Omnoms Spam, Spam, Spam and Spam

Dwarven Brews Sweetea ‘Believe the miracles’ Hot Chocolate Cup-o-cino

Baked Goods of the Beast Usagi Cheesecake Heaven-no-Chuu～♥ Strudel Hamburolls

Just Desserts Princess Purin Apple Discordant Ichigo Kiss

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OOC - Objectives: Arrange furniture and fixtures in the cafe. Create a menu for the cafe. Finalize by throwing dwarf. Helpers: Mab Tobin Kumori Word Count: 415 OOC Notes: Please RP suggesting the items that you suggested in this OOC thread.	Kumori’s surprise really was a nice thing, but the problem was that the samurai was not used to very public displays of affection. Caerbannog rubbed her eyes and her sniffling soon died down when she noticed that the dwarf and the assassin had taken to throwing verbal jabs at one another. They did not seem to be able to get along well, but at least they were not reaching for each other’s throats yet. Knowing that she was the cause of their non-argument, the wolf-hair tried her best to stop crying. Mab’s funny face helped, and soon Caer let out a snicker. “Ryuu-nii kidnapped me and forced me to join Aeryn!” was the blue-eyed samurai’s own words when the druid inquired about the guild. It probably did not sound right... actually, it sounded pretty bad, but that was pretty much what really happened that day when Kumori dragged the samurai all the way to the guild house which was newly-established. But there was a deeper meaning to the encounter, and it was only the young man’s concern which drove him to force her into giving in to that one demand of his. “...because I was stubborn and I kept sleeping by the road,” Caer explained as she averted her gaze from the guild leader’s eyes. The next few minutes were slightly better as Kumori quickly changed to a butler outfit. Caerbannog let out an astonished ‘awa~!’ and her cheeks became a light pink color at the sight. Still, she was unable to forget the apparent animosity between the assassin and the monk, even as the latter presented a finished menu to her, something that supposedly would have overcome her worries. “A cup-o-cino please!” was the samurai’s request from the dwarf as she settled into a chair and waited for the drink to be served. As Tobin brewed the drink, Caer spoke to him telepathically: ‘Please be patient with Ryuu-nii. He talks a lot but he means well.’ and then she looked expectantly at the dwarf, awaiting a response. Afterwards, the samurai turned to her boyfriend and spoke to him telepathically as well: ‘Please be patient with dwarf. He is a bit weird but he just wants everyone to forget about their worries.’ Whatever Kumori’s response was, he could relay it later if he did not feel like talking about the half-ling at that moment, and so Caer turned to the sunshiney druid. “You asked for hamburger before. Would you like to make hamburger rolls with me?” inquired the chef.
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[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 68 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 307	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

Mab was definitely a girl who cared for others well. The assassin watched as she moved closer to the samurai in order to get comfort her. The assassin didn’t do anything to stop her, but the fact that the samurai was crying was enough of a reason for her to be worried. She said things that would attempt to make the girl feel better, and eventually the samurai would wipe away her tears and smile, telling her the story of how she was kidnapped into the guild. Before he could let out a whine or a voice that would tell the druid otherwise, the samurai continued and made known that he didn’t actually kidnap her. He looked down, unsure of what to say because the samurai had finally said something to make sure nothing was taken awkwardly.

While he continued to throw jabs at the dwarf, it was all fun and games. There wasn’t really any animosity towards him. He had always taken his demeanor as playful, but he did sometimes get on his nerves. The samurai faced him to telepathically tell him to not be too mad at the dwarf. He nodded in acknowledgement. He had gotten the cute blush from her, which made him smile. That’s all he cared about.

“Welp, if I’m going to be a server for Kalliste and appeal to the female population, I think we should get some of the dishes made so that we can all try them and give our recommendations. I would say the same for the drinks, what do you say?” he asked. The assassin looked at the samurai and then the monk to see if they had any objections. It would take a bit of time to make all the dishes, but for a restaurant to be successful, the servers needed to know how it tasted.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 31 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 391	Tags: @dindeen Tobin Kumori	Skills: none used

The question Mab asked solicited response from the Monk and the Samurai. Their responses made Mab smile. Even Caer who started out saying something that could easily be misunderstood corrected that mistake by explaining that was because of her habit of sleeping besides roadways. A habit Mab felt she had not completely shaken yet. The girl remembered a certain incident besides a road not that long ago. When those weird guys where sneaking up on her. Tobin and Mab had put a stop to it. That is how they ended up here. After that fight, Mab remembered telling the girl she should sell her very scrumptious food. Feeling slightly responsible for her comment The blonde haired druid decided to help the samurai girl out when she told her about wanting to start this cafe.

Getting involved into this guild probably meant getting involved in crazy situations, and being able to see and play with these people again. Well that was what Mab hoped. She was a tad surprised though that the assassin had not addressed her question at all. Not that he really needed to, it would have been nice though.

“Sure I will join your guild.”

Mab said after watching the assassin and the Monk do a little verbal sparring. Mab did not really make a big deal out of it. She said it and was now ready to move on. She focussed on the problem at hand.

“What was the problem again? Oh yeah.... food items, drinks and cleaning.”

Mab pondered the situation and a thought popped into mind.

"This place is mainly going to be for breakfast and lunch right? Then... wouldn’t an English style breakfast, with eggs, sausage and bacon be nice?”

Mab asked everyone. She looked around the room, wondering what they would think. Mab was basically a mostly normal British girl. Sure the breakfast was never really a breakfast she had in the morning, but on Sunday brunches she loved them. Well maybe not the bacon... someone else could bring home the bacon for all she cared. But the eggs toast and sausages where always an enjoyable treat. Maybe add a little spam... because spam, spam, spam, spamidy, spaaam..... Those darn Vikings.

.... Mab shook her head the distracting thoughts forcefully removed she focussed on the people around her.

“so what do you guys think?”

[Tobin]

Word Count: 651

The dwarf nodded, only the one order sounded fine- wait, did someone suggest all the drinks?! The author cursed. Did people want him to post huge all the time? He didn't get paid eno... Wait, author doesn't get paid to roleplay! Though it was a reasonable request.

"Alrightie than, 'hat sound's reasonable, a cuppacino- I mean, a cupo-o-cino, a brew foar maself 'n' I'll probably prep those samples when I am certain all tis stuff works."

With that the dwarf turned around and got to work, grabbing a small expressio cup and a small metal pot, he turned the steam chamber on and left it reach its optimal temperature. At the coffee container was grabbed by the handle and twisted away from the main condenser by a quick twist, filled with coffee from the container, to which the dwarf proceeded to compress with a stamp press. That much he had observed in the endless rip-off coffee chains that dominated the streets, to the steam container he added milk through a top nozzle and reapplied the coffee container to the mouth of the device and turned it on, watching dark black liquid gently dripping from the nozzle.

It was then message from the Caer cut through his mind, the dwarf paused for a moment as he considered its contents and opted to make the simplest response as he could as he felt the expectant gaze on the back of his head. Though there were jabs mentioned, everything that needed to be said, had mostly been said so he wasn’t about to start up again.

-Alright. I hear ya lass.-

With that he halted the flow of black liquid when it seemed to fill a third of the small cup and pulled it out, the metal pot was put under the steamer tap and filled it with the pressured milk. The dwarf sighed, the machines did the simple part. A steady hand lifted and tipped the steamed milky substance into the expressio, turning it a creamy brown, the dwarf paused before the foam to consider it’s design, settling on a swirl. Well, that was the plan, but the swirl ended up more like a blob, with a sigh, he used the last of the cream to make a heart that seemed appropriate for the occasion. The heart of an obese pig man maybe, but it would have to do.

His beverage of choice was much more simple, literally a mug with a generic London teabag in it, and a quick tug of the mana water steamer. The technique here wasn’t so much what he did to the teabag as he gently stirred it, but rather the timing. Too soon it tasted of flavoured water. Too late and he would probably die of aluminium poisoning. Don’t worry fellow tea drinkers, the Al is only absorbed in a very small section of the throat! So really it would be too strong. With a couple of stirs, a light application of milk and a couple more to blend the mixture, he lifted the teabag out and slid over the table, placing a drink on the table.

“Actually, English breakfast does sound realleh nice, black puddin’ Hash Browns, maybe a few slices of mushroom ‘n’ some good sausage. One of mah fav’s back in the real world.”

Tobin nodded and smiled as he went to vault back over the counter to process the next order, before he recalled something.

“Dis is probable the most sensible recruitment by sound of things, Cear pinned me down and refused ta let meh go till I joined. Fun times.”

With that the dwarf got back to work, getting about making a drink of each kind for each of the other co-guilders, it was only a little time later that it occurred to him that a innuendo had occurred, admit unintentionally. It was only then that he allowed himself a little snicker.

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OOC - Objectives: Arrange furniture and fixtures in the cafe. Create a menu for the cafe. Finalize by throwing dwarf. Helpers: Mab Tobin Kumori Word Count: 320 OOC Notes: Please RP suggesting the items that you suggested in this OOC thread.	The Caer Bear wanted to make hamburger rolls... but whatever! Although it was the druid who ignored her, the samurai had made up her mind. It was all Ryuu-nii’s fault! She crossed her arms after the young man made his suggestion to test all of the items on the menu, and then she pouted so sourly at him. If he had not suggested that, then maybe Mab’s attention would not have been diverted to making an English breakfast. It was his fault that the druid ignored Caer! “Fiiiiine...” the chef grumbled as she turned towards the cupboards, “English breakfast then...” The strange way that the half-ling explained his recruitment flew right over Caer’s head, for she was focused on racking her brain for the elements of an English breakfast. Mab mentioned eggs, sausage and bacon, but was that all there is to it? So much protein... she needed to add something else. A completely carnivorous meal can’t possibly be good to anyone, not in the real world and not in Elder Tale either. But moreso than the health issues, which Caer did not really care for, she was thinking about how such a meal would be sufficiently ‘filling’. Her cooking, after all, was taken up because she wanted to make people feel nice and warm on cold days, and cool and relaxed on hot days. “How about... if I add some beans and tomato soup? And lots of herbs?” the wolf-hair asked Mab and waved for the girl to walk over to her. The eggs, bacon and sausage were already prepared, as were a handful of beans and some ingredients for a simple tomato soup. It should be something easy to prepare so that it could be ordered in bulk, yet filling and should taste good. There was something else though, somet- black pudding! Uh, no. Caerbannog scratched that off the list. There was no way she’d put the foul thing in her menu! It was not cute!
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[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 71 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 585	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

After settling the business side of things, Ryuu remembered he had forgotten to talk about the guild when Mab had asked about it. Embarassed that Mab had to remind him, Ryuu bowed and apologized. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you,” he said. In truth, the RPer was so focused on getting the post as soon as possible that he forgot to add more to it to answer Mab. It was true that Ryuu had forgotten about it, but so did Rien. My, my… oh well, life moves on, and the RPer will now make reparations. The assassin turned towards Mab, now to address her original questions intently and truthfully. “My guild is named Aeryn. We strive to make the world of Elder Tales into a better place by killing new and strong field bosses, in addition to clearing dungeons that have not been cleared yet. While we do strive to do these things, we do not require all members to come with the higher level people in this guild to join if they are not strong enough. While I will strive to continue to help my members grow, we do not do things dangerously which could endanger the lives of anyone. Death has its repercussions. Just because we revive does not mean there isn’t a price to pay. This is why when Johan had died, I had taken it rather hard on myself. I didn’t want anyone to die, but I allowed him to… I was distraught, but sometimes death is unavoidable. I have resigned to that fact, however I will do my best to keep you strong and well trained,” he said. After a few seconds, he would finally say to her: “Aeryn is my family… we come together as strangers and leave as family… Aeryn is my family, my home… I am rather thorough with my interviews while I recruit, however from what I have witnessed with you, I think you are qualified to join us…”

The assassin then looked at Tobin and Kyuu for some nod or shake of head to agree with him and his decision. The assassin then looked back to Mab. “Would you like to join Aeryn? Would you like to become part of our family?” he asked. “Please, take your time to think about it,” he reassured the druid.

After the mentioning of the guild, Ryuu decided to watch the three as they began pondering new menu items. Well, first, the samurai pouted at him for making the suggestion of making all of the menu items. The thing was, this was common practice for most, if not all restaurants in the real world. Ryuu gave her these eyes that were more like “There’s no use arguing about it,” to her. It was more of a statement of “just do it,” then “DO IT NOW!” Other than that, though, Ryuu provided no input as it was not of his expertise… He created things by the book, so trying to think of new recipes was difficult for him. He sat there just waiting for them to finish discussing what they would add and remove from the menu so that they could finalize it and allow all of them to taste test each item and make their own recommendations to the customers when they came in. Ryuu placed his right elbow on the table and then leaned his chin on top of his open hand and sighed, hoping something more would come out of this discussion than new recipes.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 31 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 453	Tags: @dindeen Kumori Tobin	Skills: none used

The suggestion Caerbannog made, of adding soup and beans to the breakfast sounded great. So the druid nodded enthused. She had thought up some drinks that could go with it, and looked at the dwarf.

“Maybe add some milk or tea with the breakfast?”

It wasn’t really something a brewer would usually make, but with the jobs given it seemed it was within his ability maybe? Mab made a questioning face at the dwarf.

“Can you add that?”

The girl inquired. Mab had no idea what the brewer class could or could not do, so she left it to the dwarf to see if it were possible.

Mab had heard enough, joining this guild meant joining a family, more or less. It meant having people that would look out for her, and she would have people to look out for. This sounded great. Clearing dungeons and finding new things to do was something Mab looked forward to, so there was no objection. It would mean that Caerbannog would become her older sister, and Kumori and Tobin would become her older brothers. Mab did not mind this at all. In fact it made her smile radiantly. If happiness could ooze from someone such would show from the druid.

“I don’t really need time to think about it.... I will join up.”

Mab said sounding very happy indeed. She walked over to the samurai who had been cooking up some food stuffs. It smelled delicious and almost mouth watering the girl headed towards the counter. She beamed at caer....

“I guess that means you are my big sister now!”

Mab said sounding very happy about this. Mab always wanted a little big sister. Caer seemed perfect for this. She eyed the food that was being served. Mab looked at the little cook.

“Can I have a bite?”

Mab asked before she would taste the menu made by the Calliste chef. If given a positive answer Mab would start to eat the precious food in front of her. She ate in silence. Well not complete silence. She was humming merrily as she ate the food. This was a good sign, Mab had no complaints, in fact she was enjoying her food so much she forgot to talk at all. There were very few things that could keep the girl quiet. Good tasting food was one of them. Once she finished her plate she sat back and sighed deeply. A sigh that signified satisfaction. This was probably the best meal she enjoyed in a long time.

“You are the bestest chef ever!”

Mab blurted out after she had taken a little time to enjoy the afterglow of a good meal. She grinned happily at the samurai girl.

[Tobin]

(OOC: Random lesson of the day, ta is something I actually use in fast chatter, since it’s often shorter to say ta instead of to. Seriously, try it.

Otherwise, this post wasn’t partically streamlined. Apologies. Summery - Cuppa-wut-now is prepared, teas are prepared to smaple with food, dwarf talks a bit about the food in partcilar.)

Word Count: 894

*Clunk, clunk shhsshhh clunk clunk shhhhh*

The dwarf found his hands preoccupied, largely because of the steps required to make each expression. First empty the used coffee beans into a bin, compact newly ground coffee beans into the compactor, reattach, force the small concentration of water through this dense mixture, all while steaming the milk via the use of a steam rod just under the hot milks surface to produce a thick foam (not a chamber, as this author incorrectly concluded.) then apply the detail. An experienced brewer might be able to do two a minute, Tobin wasn’t. It would almost take 45 second to prepare the second beverage, and even then the frothing effect on this cured milk was greater than required.

The dwarf was thankful to have a reprieve when the cheerful lass asked him, a smile crossed his lips as he set three tall mugs down and began to prepare the cups of tea, unfortunately using premade teabags, so he would continuously stir each for a brief period.

"Ahahah lass, ya think this dwarf onleh deals in depressants? Anythin' drinkable is mah domain."

He winked, of course that wasn't strictly true as he couldn't make potions, instead he could make people the drinks they actually desired, not something that tasted like ranch dressing that originated from a goblin made tap.

"Good call with tha' tea, a simple tea or coffee has a nice bitter edge, wouldn't recommend sweet 'ere since et be a tad full on. An enjoyable bitter drink that can be adjusted quite easily with sugar, milky or a dash is simple, but effective. So with every sip, ya pallet is washed clean with simple herb, 'n' allows ya to taste the texture anew."

With that, three mugs of tea were placed on the table, one 'bitter" tea that only had a bit of milk added, another balanced, with just a sliver of sugar slipped in to add a sweet edge. The last accented with a heaped spoonful of sugar and an extra ounce of milk, giving a milky cream appearance despite still being tea. Empty cups were also provided to provide a quick exit passage if the flavour wasn't to liking, after all he didn’t want his drink all over the streets THAT quickly. The cupa-o-cino, that he placed before Mab, the principles of ‘ladies first’ was a principle that even the bold as brass dwarf appeared to follow, so it was only Kumori that needed one now.

“ ‘ere ya go, each of ya taste all three with ya nibble.”

The Halfling paused momentarily, the talk had turned back to guilds and it sounded a decent talk, just not something the lax minded dwarf had much to contribute. He vaulted over the counter like a barrel ninja and got back on the order, as the chief cooked he found his mind dreaming back to the real world, back when he ate such a divine breakfast.

"Beans, especially with fresh tomato is pretty good, adds contrasting flavour, a welcome wet ta the salt.”

A nod shown his approval of his friends as a hand crept up the thick, trimmed beard and his head tilted up to gaze at the ceiling as he dwelled in his memories. It was much as food for future thought as much as the meal being prepared.

"Another option is mushrooms since they carry a salted yet balanced fibrous flavour. Maybeh Grilled tomato offers a juicy flavour, savoury yet refreshing to contrast all the fat and protein, a summery taste even. Hash browns normalleh come wi’h, though eehhh they don't tend to add much so ya could miss tha’ out. As fa spices it depends realleh, black pudding often has a spice tha adds some heat. Maybe ya need to apply a bit of tha’ to dish ta get the tongue warm."

The dwarf paused, suddenly conscious that his mouth ran on autopilot admist the drink preparation, that perhaps he was wittering on a bit too much, something easy to do when the hands are busy with small tasks. Something he dismissed as he cut off the expression drip and tipped a little of the excess expresso down the sink.

-Nah, even a high level chief can do with imput, shouldn’t be too afraid of talking above my station. After all, it’s the customer that should be satisfied in the end.-

"It’s a little moar work, but I remembered it being a quick, pleasant addition ta tha dish. Just chop up, stick on the fryer a little ta heat, done. Tis just somethin’ I remembered from back in the real world."

For Kumori, the design of the foam was intended to make was that of a sword. A status of nobility perhaps, but instead it looked kind of blobby. The dwarf scratched his head, dodgy art, but it was a phallic mistake that couldn’t be fixed now, aside from a dosage of the rest of the foam to make it look like a very, dodgy guitar. With an extra handle, apparently for extreme shredding.

“ ‘ere ya go ladie, the art needs a bit oaf work.”

With that he would sit down and take a few moments to take a sip of his own cuppa, a sigh of content despite the fact he was uncertain whether a portion would be prepared for his tasting.

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OOC - Objectives: Arrange furniture and fixtures in the cafe. Create a menu for the cafe. Finalize by throwing dwarf. Helpers: Mab Tobin Kumori Word Count: 410 OOC Notes: Please RP suggesting the items that you suggested in this OOC thread.	Augh! Ryuu-nii was being very bossy! The chef still ended up following his ‘suggestion’ anyway since the blonde druid already suggested her meal. Just as Caerbannog struck black pudding off her list, the dwarf had the gall to suggest it. Well, anyway the dish was made and Mab tasted it already, so adding anything to it was out of the question. The samurai sat down and stared at the brewed drinks before her, and then she looked at the dwarf. Caer took a sip of the cup-o-cino. It was good. No dwarf throwing will happen. Yet. “I don’t like black pudding...” the chef coldly said as she put down the cup of brewed deliciousness which left a foamy mustache on her face, “It is not cute.” Thinking back on it though and how the half-ling had created different varieties of the suggested drinks, Caerbannog thought that maybe she could be as accommodating as the brewer. Her goal, after all, for having started up the shop wasn’t a completely selfish one. No, it wasn’t about money; she had a crapton of that from all her adventures and quests anyway. Caer wanted to make people happy with some warm meals or cool desserts. In a way, it was still selfish because she only intended to put a few things in the menu, but depending on the reception she could expand the list. “Okay... maybe... black pudding can be optional, and hash browns also optional,” the samurai huffed and twitched her nose, still with the mustache foam right above her lip. Next up, she wanted to start on making her own daily special: sweet curry, so Japanese. The chef took out all of the ingredients that she needed, notably opting to use ground beef instead of the usual cut-up squares. She knew what she was doing though, and would shoot an annoyed glare at anyone who told her otherwise. To make sure that Ryuu and Mab participated in whatever the chef and the brewer were doing, Caerbannog shoved an iron cauldron, some rice and water into Ryuu’s hands. “Cook rice,” she commanded; and then the wolf-hair’s tone changed altogether when she faced Mab, “Please help my Ryuu-nii!” Before Caerbannog turned to what she was supposed to work on for the curry, the chef took a quick glance at the dwarf. “Well? Spam dish?” she asked. No, she did not expect the dwarf to cook it, but rather to tell her what was supposed to be in the thing.
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