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[untiltheend]

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[untiltheend]

[......He wants his own master to once again give him impossibly difficult tasks in the hopes of watching him fail at them. It's been so long.]

Very well. I shall need the number of guests you are inviting and any dietary restrictions, any theme you would like for the party as well as requests for dishes.

If you have no suggestions, that is fine: I will help work them out.

Have you a set date?

[monsterjohann]

I would say soon, but isn't there a holiday coming soon?

I can't keep track of your calendar.

[untiltheend]

Christmas, you mean? Mm, I suppose it is very likely that the majority of people here would celebrate that. But indeed: it is in one month's time. The week after that is New Year.

[monsterjohann]

Then we should keep that in mind, right?

I have a list of people to invite. They can bring any significant other they wish. Plus one, isn't it?

I want something - refined. Fitting of his rank. No dock party with booze, but...not stuffy. No Enclosure, he thinks it feels fake.

If we could get the dining hall after hours, decorate it...that would be alright.

I can take care of the menu if we get the supplies.

[untiltheend]

[Sebastian nods to what Johann is saying - these are good ideas for a start.]

Having the dining hall set up will not be a problem. [It's a simple matter of speaking to the wardens in charge.

He raises his eyebrows, however.]

Can you, now? With no input from me? [His tone isn't disparaging or disbelieving, but rather... half-surprised, half-amused? Look at this little baby monster, having grown so confident in his cooking skills.]

[monsterjohann]

I can, thank you very fucking much.

I'm making this for us, with our ingredients and our foods. You don't know anything about that, do you?

[Very sickly sweet.]

[untiltheend]

[Sebastian laughs softly. Instead of being offended...]

Indeed, I do not. [And, even following a recipe he wouldn't be able to taste-test the dishes himself: he can't tell if an unfamiliar food is palatable or not.]

I will not demand this in the middle of party preparations, but: at a later date, you will teach me some of your cuisine.

[monsterjohann]

Sure. But - why? I thought you can't taste anything.

[untiltheend]

Rather, no human food tastes good to me.

And truly now, what a question. What good is a skill if one allows it to grow stagnant, making no attempt to improve oneself?

[monsterjohann]

Same thing, you semantic ass. [He doesn't actually mean it, though. It's just a part of his song and dance.]

I'll teach you, don't worry. It's a lot of eyeballs and fried seal and heavy dishes. Suitable for the cold.

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[/proud semantic ass]

[.........] While I commend using all parts of an animal, and while I am sure your country has traditional engagement dishes... I would strongly recommend at least one dish not containing eyeballs.

[monsterjohann]

Coward.

[He laughs.]

Yes, I guessed that. I won't make anyone eat the weird shit. Or what they think is odd.

That was for your information.

[untiltheend]

There have been human societies that consume the eyes and hearts of their enemies, believing it to grant them the other person's wisdom and bravery. In others, certain bugs are considered delicacies. What is considered unfit for consumption is arbitrary; I myself make no comment on it.

However, I do know that the majority of the populace here would balk at the idea of eyeballs. Tongue might be a more palatable alternative, if your country also makes use of those...

[monsterjohann]

There is so much more to the cuisine than animals parts.

I'll get a menu together.

[Which is a sentence he never thought he'd say.]

[untiltheend]

Very good.

I will see to there are no objections to borrowing the dining hall, and prepare decorations.

[monsterjohann]

I'll set the date, then.

Thanks, Sebastian.

[untiltheend]

Please don't mention it.

Mr Cho invited me to his own engagement party some time ago, but was adamant I do no work for it. I am glad for the opportunity to have something to do. Besides, lord Leickenbloom absolutely does deserve a celebration worthy of his status.

[monsterjohann]

[Wait.]

He won't let you work?

That must be torture.

[untiltheend]

Mr Cho is... sometimes something of an imbecile, it is true.

[It is, indeed, torture.]

[monsterjohann]

Unfortunate, in a warden.

[untiltheend]

Quite. No doubt the Admiral made one of his poorer choices in pairing us.

[monsterjohann]

Do you actually believe that?

...I know you won't lie, but -

Do you?

[untiltheend]

[...Hrrrm.]

I will say I have had worse Wardens while still on the temporary rotation. And Mr Cho is at least dedicated to his job.

[monsterjohann]

I like his dragon.