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Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado!

Kitchen

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a part of Pirate's Play: The Journey to El Dorado!, by Averagebear.

Where the chef cooks and every body else snags food!

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It is small and filled with liquor and staple foods.
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Kitchen

Where the chef cooks and every body else snags food!

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Kitchen is a part of The Wandering Jewel.


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Siegfried was absolutely awful with crying people, women, and especially crying women. His most common method of dealing with such things was complete avoidance or an attempt to make the party in question laugh. Neither of which was a terribly good option at present. He was pretty envious of Tinker's ability to talk his way out of just about any situation, all told, and he knew enough to let the other man's natural charm handle it.

Apparently, it had been decided that the princess would go to see Tiesa now, and eat thereafter. He debated which way he should go, but in the end decided to go about the business of fetching the food. he wasn't a particularly comforting presence at any rate, but he did have a rather discerning palate. So, sending a facetious wink in Tinker's direction, he spoke with the same attitude of joviality he always had.

"I'll take care of the food. It's what I'm good at, anyway. I might even leave the rest of you some, if you're nice about it. Besides, I know how much you like going to see Miss Tiesa," he teased lightly, disappearing further into the kitchen, noiselessly as ever save for the faintest jangling of bells. He hoped Momo wouldn't smack him for taking stuff without asking for it, but when he'd told the princess that he was the only one on the ship who ever got punched, he had only been half-joking. Siegfried was one of those people who could take a licking and keep on kicking, as a childhood friend had been fond of saying, long ago, and in truth he hardly felt the jesting slaps directed at him whenever his tongue got a bit too fresh or his wits a bit too dull.

He was rummaging through cupboards shortly thereafter. It appeared Momo had yet to return from deck. She'd probably walk in and catch him at it, but then that was mostly what he intended. He did not want to actually filch anything, and so he'd ask her forgiveness upon her reappearance. If it was for their guest, anyway, he was sure she'd have no problem with it. Most of the people aboard this ship, he thought, had their hearts in the right places, despite their rather interesting and obvious quirks.

He collected a number of sweet rolls, unsure what the princess had meant by 'lots' but reasoning that he would eat the extras anyway. He selected what he knew to be Tinker's and Allyson's favorites as well, and, thus burdened, padded with what looked like a great amount of clumsiness that never quite resulted in dropping his burden to the front part of the kitchen. If Momo didn't come soon, he'd just leave and bumble by to apologize later.

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Siegfried added his own baritone chuckle to Tinker's at the thought of the many, many embarrassing things the man could have said to Tiesa in the throes of pain and/or painkillers. He generally made a point of teasing his friend about the lady doctor, since it seemed that she was one of those few places where the carpenter's indefatigable ego proved able to bruise a bit.

Officially laden with food (including an unhealthy amount of sweet buns), Siegfried turned to Tinker. "Well, I think this should be enough to see us both on the wrong end of Miss Momo's kitchen utensils. Perhaps we should... 'beat the hasty retreat'?" he asked, quoting the phraseology of the guard captain who'd found himself on the wrong end of the two men during the last mission. The man's cowardice was impressive; even once he'd managed to give Tinker that black eye, he'd not been overly eager to seize the opportunity to fight either of them, let alone both.

The belled man felt the boat shifting underneath his feet, signaling the departure of their vessel from port, and Siegfried smiled to himself. He'd come to the seafaring life a bit later than most of his compatriots, though not many of them knew it, and none knew what he'd been doing beforehand. This was not an obstacle to his appreciation of the freedom the ocean offered, and the young man knew that he could hardly imagine himself anywhere else. All facades and joking aside, he'd follow captain and crewmates to the ends of the earth. It wasn't as though he had anywhere else to be, after all.

Taking his own advice, Siegfried bumbled on out of the kitchen and made his way to the mess hall... or was that just what military types called it? Galley, then. Either way, it was a belowdecks room with tables, one he was only too happy to spend time in. Depositing his haul on one of the smaller tables, he called back to Tinker. "I'll go check on Miss Allyson and Miss Hermione if you guard the food. You know ya can't trust me with it." Grinning, the man ducked back out again, this time towards Tiesa's quarters.

Allyson was standing outside, and Siegfried gave the young thief a friendly wave. He'd caught her at his purse a few times, but he didn't really mind. Just like he never bothered to report raided larders, he wasn't about to let something as simple as a slightly kleptomaniac tendency to diminish his view of a person. Even a thief was a good deal more honest than the people he'd grown up with, after all. "Well hello again, Miss Allyson. Fancy seeing you here," he joked. "How is Miss Hermione doing in there?"

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Momo heard Atlas say something and kept working on the formula in front of her. She had become so deep in thought she'd forgotten Atlas was one of the people she didn't want to see her working on poison around. "Haha," she chuckled at his jesting. Then of course she realized the possible situation she could have if he read her hand writing so she quickly closed the journal and hid it away.

"I was just getting frustrated over a recipe that i was jotting down, every time I make it it's missing something," she said simply. "On top of that this baboon and Sieg decided it was okay to raid my private stash that I had tucked away for a rainy day to make some spoiled princess happy..... Yes I know," she added before he could react. She stood up from her seat and looked up at Atlas, he was the first mate but she hadn't really talked to the man much since she'd joined. He stuck her as a confident but not arrogant man, he was handsome.... ish, Momo wasn't one for beards or older men so there were some handicaps, but so far she though he was one of the few crew members that hadn't stolen from her.... that she knew of.

"I suppose you're hungry eh? Let me see if the stew is done," she said as she walked over to a pot over a low fire pit. She took a few moments and smiled before getting him a bow and a spoon and got him a mug of water and she sat it on the table and motioned for him to sit down, "Unfortunately I don't server ale, rum, or anything of the like before sunset, I like to save that to help everyone relax at the end of the day." she said with a smug smile as she sat across from Atlas.

She looked at the man for a moment then became a bit curious. "I'm not stupid, I know that Princess as probably kidnapped, if not then her family probably thinks so, which means we probably have the Navy after us, I understand all that...... But .... Is something bothering you Mr. Atlas? You seem troubled," she said. Then she smiled cheerfully and added, "Of course if you want to dodge the question you can tell me what you think of the stew."