Life full of lemons (Mentor/Invite)

[Shuwen]

Words: 329

Apparently, he couldn’t find the vanilla because @dindeen had used it herself earlier, and put it behind some flour bags. No wonder he’d been unable to find it. Of course, the fact he hadn’t noticed her using it was him being oblivious again, no surprises there. Fortunately, she’d noticed him failing to find it and added it to the mix herself, allowing them to move on without further incident.

Judging from the confused look Caer gave him, applying the glaze before the frying was done probably wasn’t a good idea. Cringing under her look, he quickly dropped the idea without further comment. He’d expected a scolding, but for some reason the Heretic didn’t seem inclined to talk any further. He thought that was quite odd, considering her earlier behavior, but didn’t comment.

She didn’t speak again until the dough balls were done frying, at which point she specified it was time to apply the glaze, which Shuwen did with gusto Copying her, he dropped one of the dough balls into the glaze, and used a spoon to start rolling it around. Getting it to coat the ball evenly was easier said then done, but the enthusiasm he gained from doing so was more then enough to carry him through. He was much slower at it then Caer; as he finished up a second one, she was working on coating three at once in powdered sugar. However, considering the difference in their experience, he didn’t complain. As she did, Caer explained the importance of the contrast in serving dough balls coated in both powdered sugar and glaze.

“So… what now?” He asked once they were finished coating all the dough balls. Unless Caer wanted to work on another dish, they seemed to have finished everything on their plate, so to speak, unless you counted eating the food or something. As educational as the whole experience had been, his enthusiasm as beginning to flag, as demonstrated by his dwindling post length.

[Deleted]

500 words		The End?
"Okay, that's that!" Caerbannog finally declared once the pair finished coating the dough balls between them. The higher-leveled chef let Shuwen pick whichever steamed custards and doughnut cores he wanted to take with him, or to eat on the spot if he so wished. Caer herself stuffed the powdery dough balls into her inventory; another item added to her massive stash of consumables. But now the two chefs had something less interesting in front of them: a bunch of items that had to be kept away, a counter that had to be cleaned up and a pile of dishes and utensils that needed washing. Now, most children would try to escape from such an unwanted chore but Caerbannog was not like those children. She took the task head-on and began by clearing out the counter. The ingredients were first to go, each one sealed or folded and put back in the cupboards where they belonged. "Could you put the dishes in the kitchen sink? I'll clean them up later," she asked the monk, "Once you're done, you can go. It was nice meeting you!" There were no dishwashers in Elder Tale, unfortunately; though Caer herself was partially to handwashing dishes even in the real world. But then she had never washed so many things at once so this would probably be a first. Because they had worked on two recipes instead of one, there was twice the amount of things that got dirtied. Maybe some genius mechanic could invent a washing machine and a dishwasher for Elder Tale, but Caerbannog herself was not interested on inventing by herself. Blacksmithing was a terribly boring crafting class for her and she figured that she would have to go back to that if she ever decided to become a mechanic. So no... there will be no mechanic stuff for the little Caer. The bags of flour and sugar were soon back in their place, and so were the bottles of extract and flavoring. Egg shells and such were thrown into the garbage bin and the counter was wiped clean. Caerbannog turned to the stove and checked the cooking implements. The fryer, she would have to clean last because it was so greasy. The other pan which only steamed the custards could be cleaned easily but there was little space left in the sink for it. There was no use thinking about how much work had to be done though. She would still have to do it regardless and complaining would just delay it. The heretic set to work immediately and heaved up the water-filled pan from the stove. She set it down close to the kitchen sink while leaving enough room for her to move in. There was a mountain of dishes and other things now but Caerbannog did not complain. If Shuwen helped, it would be most appreciated but he was not required to do so. The chef welcomed his help and she would confirm it with a nod if he so offered.

[Shuwen]

Words: 219

Shuwen ate one of the doughnut balls in order to try them out, grinned happily, and quickly put the rest of his share of them into the inventory. He was a bit more hesitant on the custards, he tried one, took a moment to decide whether he liked it or not, came to the conclusion it was okay, then also put some of them into his inventory. He obviously liked the doughnut holes more though.

“Ah, I’ll do the dishes.” The Monk insisted. “I’ve already gotten in the habit of cleaning them.” As it turned out, she wasn’t willing to let him do all the work, but was more then happy to split it with him. It was something he’d had to do in the real world, but was something he was bad at. Since becoming a chef, he’d gotten somewhat more practiced at it, but still wasn’t all that great at it yet. He was still… inefficient at best, and neglectful at worst. Still, with @dindeen looking over his shoulder, he probably wouldn’t make that many mistakes. At some point during the clean up, he started talking again. “So there’s a guild that resides here in the cathedral?” He asked casually. He'd heard that guilds could take up residence in important buildings, but he hadn't heard of this. When he was done listening, and cleaning things, he'd leave.

[Deleted]

510 words		...
Oh that was nice. Shuwen stayed to help clean up the counter so it made things easier for the chef. Caerbannog did not feel like talking much so a period of silence overcame the kitchen. The female wolf-hair merely cleaned the counter and put things back where they belonged as she left the dishwashing to her fellow chef. It was a relief to be able to focus on cooking again but the heretic had been alarmed last time that she checked her inventory. It was so full of things! Armors, weaponry and a whole lot of consumables which she accumulated over time due to her crafting. She was thankful that there was no inventory limit but boy, was it ever so hard to sift through that list! She thought of offering some of her weapons and armor to the monk but he was, well, a monk. They were great with unarmed combat so they did not really need any weapons, and their class was limited with what kind of armor they could wear. Having checked Shuwen's level, Caer thought it would be unexpected of him to take any equipment mastery skills. He probably focused on his main class skills at the moment. "Huuuh?" the female turned to the monk when he suddenly spoke up, "A guild?" Her mind had drifted off so she had to mull over his words. A guild... in this place... oh! In the Abbey! So was he interested in the guild itself or just on the fact that they owned Westminster Abbey? "Oh Aeryn! Yes it owns Westminster Abbey," Caerbannog nodded matter-of-factly, "I thought it would be nice to give cookies and milk to people who respawned here!" Was that really her reason? Pretty much. At that time, she did not really think of any other place to call their 'guild home'. She was from Germany, not from London and so the place was unfamiliar to her. Westminster Abbey was one of the few landmarks that she had seen before the guild had decided to purchase a guild house and so it was the one that she chose. The Dwarf probably had a lot of good fun making recently-revived people dead-drunk, while Caer herself just handed out food. That was the extent that they could 'influence' the sanctuary area though. "We can't control resurrections though. There's a public area and a guild area here," the wolf-hair clarified just as she finished putting away the last of the remaining ingredients, "Though to be honest, our guild doesn't really do much... people have their own things. I guess Aeryn is just that, a place that you can return to and you would always be welcome." She looked over how the monk was doing and assisted him when necessary before she continued to speak. "But that doesn't mean we can't fight! I can punch golems!" the heretic exclaimed as she raised her tiny fists up in the air, "I can't right now, not with this class... but that's because I want to learn how to slap golems with my tentacle of doom!"

[Shuwen]

Words: 373

@dindeen didn’t seem to be interested in talking at all once the cooking was over, but his question about the Abbey and the guild that owned it seemed to do a surprisingly good job drawing her out of whatever shell she’d retreated into, because she started talking pretty quickly. Apparently, she was head of a guild named Aeryn, and had chosen to set their base of operations at the Cathedral so they could give milk and cookies to people who’d just respawned. “That sounds… nice.” Shuwen replied a little hesitantly. Due to his overly cautious farming habits, the monk hadn’t actually died since the Apocalypse, and hadn’t had to experience that particular nightmare yet, but from what he’d heard, it sounded rather bad. Having a plate of milk and cookies waiting as soon as you stumbled out of it… didn’t seem half bad actually. “That’s not a bad idea. After dying and all that, some of them probably need it.”

One of the main reasons he’d never joined a guild was because of scheduling issues; getting together as a group meant that someone had to adjust to someone else’s schedule, which was always a pain. He’d always had some weird habits regarding how often and how long he played games. Sometimes he’d play for five minutes only for his computer to crash, then go play something else for a week, then get the itch to play the game again and go for a twelve hour marathon of it. Such eccentric playing habits didn’t lend itself to playing alongside anyone else. That was part of the reason he’d chosen to make his new character a monk; they were reportedly ideal for solo play. However, if he was going to join a guild, a loose one like what Caer described seemed ideal. “Huh, that’s pretty interesting.”

The last interesting bit of information Caer gave him was that she’d recently changed her class. Well that explains why her cooking level is so much higher. He thought as the information clicked. Does she really need to fixate on tentacles though? With the conversation apparently over, he continued to work in silence until they were done with cleaning up, after which he would bid his farewells and leave.

=Exit=

[Deleted]

255 words		...
This monk sure was different from all the others that Caerbannog had met so far. He seemed more likely to keep to himself and likely to speak only when necessary. Unlike the Dwarf who always caused a scene, or Elkeid who would punch first and ask questions later, or Hirosame who was just plain Hirosame... Shuwen seemed more like fade-to-the-background type of person. It was not bad at all merely different. He did show and voiced some interest in what the heretic said but Caer was not sure if he was interested in the cookies or the guild or just the fact that someone could own an important building. That aside, the clean-up was done and it was soon time for farewells. Caerbannog, no longer hyperactive, calmly led the monk out of the sanctuary. She simply waved and said bye-bye and went back to the little kitchen. Now the heretic had nothing much to do aside from double-check everything. The stove and oven were fine so there was no need to worry about an accidental fire. Knives and other cutlery were out of the reach of most children, and breakable kitchenware were in cupboards. The remaining cooking ingredients were put back neatly in their sacks and bags and boxes. All in all, the kitchen seemed rather clean and in order. Caerbannog looked through her inventory once more to confirm that her crafted items were there, and indeed they were. Satisfied with the turn-out for the day, the little heretic went on upstairs for much needed sleep.