Post by Kestrel on Sept 29, 2012 21:38:08 GMT -5
Kitchen chores were just never going to be Viyeri’s favorite, even if they did carry a certain familiarity. He would have liked to say, at least, that over the turns he had improved to the point that he was assigned to more complicated cooking chores—not the case, unfortunately. Sometimes he was tentatively trusted with chopping some vegetables or peeling the tubers, but today wasn’t even one of those days. Just the usual—a hefty stack of plates, bowls, cups, and assorted eating utensils to be washed, and he would have the honor of drying them all and seeing that they made it back to the appropriate spots in the kitchen as well. Not his favorite way to spend a couple candlemarks.
There was a silver lining, though, in the knowledge that another candidate had been assigned at the last minute to assist him. Company always made everything better—both because he liked chatting, and because it made it possible to slack off and let the other person deal with most of the dishes. He hadn’t recognized the name, so he assumed it must be someone new—which was even better, really. Both because it was nice seeing some new faces around, and because it would make it all the easier for him to shift the work on the candidate, who he presumed wouldn’t know any better. But hey—Viyeri wasn’t totally unfair. In exchange, he would be providing the candidate with his company and conversation, so whoever it was, they ought to feel lucky, really.
Whoever the candidate was, Viyeri was quite certain he would be a better kitchen companion than Viyeri’s unexpectedly acquired brass pillie, who Viyeri had eventually named Fortune. Viyeri certainly needed some luck when it came to the pillie—he was glad he didn’t have much worth breaking, because his new pet seemed to break everything in his attempts to be a perfect little performer. Fortune had snuck into the kitchen with him more than once, too, and the kitchen staff might have appreciated the show more if it hadn’t resulted in quite so many broken plates. But Viyeri was fairly sure he’d escaped his overzealous little friend before getting to the kitchen this time, at least.
There was a silver lining, though, in the knowledge that another candidate had been assigned at the last minute to assist him. Company always made everything better—both because he liked chatting, and because it made it possible to slack off and let the other person deal with most of the dishes. He hadn’t recognized the name, so he assumed it must be someone new—which was even better, really. Both because it was nice seeing some new faces around, and because it would make it all the easier for him to shift the work on the candidate, who he presumed wouldn’t know any better. But hey—Viyeri wasn’t totally unfair. In exchange, he would be providing the candidate with his company and conversation, so whoever it was, they ought to feel lucky, really.
Whoever the candidate was, Viyeri was quite certain he would be a better kitchen companion than Viyeri’s unexpectedly acquired brass pillie, who Viyeri had eventually named Fortune. Viyeri certainly needed some luck when it came to the pillie—he was glad he didn’t have much worth breaking, because his new pet seemed to break everything in his attempts to be a perfect little performer. Fortune had snuck into the kitchen with him more than once, too, and the kitchen staff might have appreciated the show more if it hadn’t resulted in quite so many broken plates. But Viyeri was fairly sure he’d escaped his overzealous little friend before getting to the kitchen this time, at least.
