twelveheart | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

[So, after a hard morning of adventuring, our heroes are having a much needed rest back at the inns with their prizes. Some people may be busily chatting over the different robot parts that were found scattered across the city, but the turtles have bigger fish to fry.

Literally.

The kitchen of the Sword, Shield, and Spear is a flurry of activity and delicious smells in between Rapunzel flitting about and Mikey and Raph following after her to give basic instructions. The construction of pizza is an art after all.]

It's real easy! I mean—I don't get the dough, but the important thing to remember is dough, sauce, toppings. The dough's just to hold everything else together.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh, making a pizza, are we?

... I am curious to know what could possibly surpass a milkshake.

He may even replace you.

Had we some, I should have liked to see it done.

[makes a face]

Quite so. Take your boots off - you will just make them worse walking around with them covered.

Somehow I like the idea of making my own clothes more.

[ ... removing them?? mild blisters, as he said. he recently spent too much time walking on something hot. ]

I had intended to sit.

[oddly enough, she makes a face]

I see.

Yes! We found the ingredients, so they're showing me how to do it.

A lot of pizza.

[trying not to look like she cares too much but :|]

Sitting or standing, the boots will make them worse.

I thought he was kidding about you.

[SO MUCH TECH... feet are heeled. Just underwent extreme heat - he is currently picking out the misshapen material, which hardened the moment he was outside the most extreme heat, with an eerily sharp dagger.]

Sure. You must be a pretty famous guy.