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king arthur: legend of the sword  ╱  not accepting.

Poking around the kitchen was never the smartest of choices  (  Enkidu did not need to eat, often didn’t, and the assassin  ??  his cooking skills left much to be desired  ).  The two shifting through cabinets after some stupid snack.  Getting their hands on the sweets  ---  like a scene out of that Christmas movie about the elf  (  syrup on spaghetti  ).  Looking proudly upon their abomination of a concoction.  ❝  I think so...  ??  this seems right, yes  ??  you are much better at this than I.  ❞  Eyes following his movements, watching their meal unfold.  ❝  Is that really how pasta is supposed to be made  ??  ❞

📂!!!!!!

me  ??  reblogging a hc meme  ??  sounds strange fake  ╱  always accepting.

this is relevant:  Enkidu does not know how to cook.  they have never needed to nor wanted to.  for them food is whatever is put in front of them  &&  they have no real understanding of good v bad / etc.  usually, when they do eat, its fruits / veggies / cooked meats  —  they don’t do the whole adding spices / what have you to cook it thing.  they’re  ??  very picky about modern foods  (  stuff is so processed / fake tasting to them  )  but they’re also not against experimenting  &&  trying new things  (  they have a ridiculous sweet tooth  ).  if you have them in the kitchen please, please, have someone playing babysitter or who knows what you’ll be eating; they just combine stuff that smells nice  ??  &&  hope for the best.  there’s absolutely no guarantee it’s cooked properly nor safe to consume.

╰ *．TANBA.

@fictile

Pasta? Was that the name for what this dish was supposed to be? Assassin hadn’t noticed, randomly putting things from the recipe book in front of them together in the hopes of making yet another grand dish– and while they had certainly concocted something, it was far from grand. “Of course it is, Lancer, trust me, I’m a master chef!” If ever there was a severe misjudgment, you had it here. “What we have before us is a meal fit for the gods.” A dish fit for killing gods, if appearances were anything to go by. A mound of cold, wet, string noodles doused in an array of different syrups, this was the un-meal. To Assassin, however, it was his culinary magnum opus, his latest one anyway. “Speaking of gods, lets go find that friend of yours, and maybe that Rider with exquisite war-axe, I’m sure they’ll want to partake in this delicacy we’ve created!” Scooping that unholy concoction into a bowl, Assassin lifts it up and marches straight out the door, out to find the next set of unfortunate souls for today’s “meal”.

Godspeed, you poor souls, godspeed.

Brown mixture bubbling away in the pot seemed on the right track  (  boil the pasta, so says the book  !!  ).  Leaning across the counter as the assassin strained the now sticky noodles over the sink  ---  a heavy dose of ketchup on top, some other miscellaneous finds  ---  before looking with awe in the bowl.  ❝  If it’s for the gods, we should not give it to Ishtar...  ❞  Nose scrunched in annoyance at the mere thought.  ❝  She does not deserve anything nice.  ❞  Hoping to their feet to trail after  (  out the kitchen, to find a friend to try  !!  ).  Brightening up at the thought; a brilliant idea  !!  they knew where to look...   ❝  We could find Gilgamesh.  He is usually amicable to my small endeavors.  ❞  Slipping up closer to peek alongside; gazing up at the other with excitement.  ❝  Do you think he’ll like it  ??  ❞