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[snappingturtle]

[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.

Comments

[direstnews]

Midgard is your realm.

[beeductionist]

[ oops ]

Slip of the tongue. I mean Asgard.

[direstnews]

Asgardia, now. There have been changes, of late, not all for the bad.

Culinary change, alas, not chief among them. Pizza is not a food known among my people.

[beeductionist]

And thus you are looking forward to this.

[direstnews]

I've much enjoyed what I've sampled of your cuisine to date.

[beeductionist]

What else have you sampled then?

[direstnews]

Shaken milk, and beyond even a confection of such resplendence, the grandest achievement of your kind.

[beeductionist]

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

[direstnews]

Bacon.

[beeductionist]

... Touché.

[direstnews]

I thought not to check the store to ascertain whether any lay within... I shall have to make a return trip.

[beeductionist]

Unlikely, given the lack of refrigeration.

[direstnews]

Perhaps they've an ice chest.

[beeductionist]

... Or a way of smoking the meat, given the overall tech level here.

[direstnews]

There have been ways of smoking meat long before Midgardians deigned to craft round devices of plastic to manage the work.

[beeductionist]

Indeed. So that may yet be available.

[direstnews]

I shall search most thoroughly.