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Elesis Blackstone
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Elesis chuckled, waving away at the air once her self-awareness made her nose tingly. "Sometimes I think I can smell the fish swimming. It's really bad, but I guess I just need to expose myself more to strong odors." Her hands reached for a pair of serrated knives, eyes never leaving Hanno's. "Good thing onions don't make me cry unless I cut them, I'm enough of a crybaby as is." A nerveous giggle as she reminded herself how far she's gotten thus far through the game, and yet speaking of her real self like this made the introvert inside of her concious of both her excitement over cooking, and the fact the former made her drop character entirely.
Surprising for her, she wasn't the only one who could feel embarassment here, peeking curiously at the faerin. "Your mom must have been awesome at cooking if you learned from her. I only had books to guide myself with so you can see why I always try to go by the rules... Culinary rules!" She exclaimed, a hand reaching out for the cloth bag filled with bread. Despite how well shut it was, it's hard to compare the quality of mass-produced bread to recently baked. Still, just the crunch on it felt different to the industrialized bread she's used to: It has far more love... Or maybe magic. "I hope you keep teaching me your cooking tricks. I can kiinda handle things myself, but I want to get better."
She paused, waving over for Ghast to come closer as the Faerin wandered too close to the pot, yet by the looks of it there was nigh-a crumb or bit of meat on her teeth, not that she could spot in the second the little abomination spoke.
When they had begun to work on cutting open the bread, Elesis focused on instructing Ghast with 'Hanno's super secret bread technique': Cut the loaf of bread in half like a regular sandwich would. A simple yet effective technique.
"We are good! Taught her your universal Bread-Cutting Style Technique so she can be as good as every other baker in Terrasphere." Hopefully the lie wouldn't go too far, but there were few things that could make the little gremlin do mundane work like this. "There's a loot of sandwiches to make huh. We better start with it right away." Even she felt tempted to take a sandwich for herself, but a quick glance back to Ghast reminded her who she had to give an example to. "Let's make some extra sauce and dump more meat, captain!"
@Hanno Futaba
