Merlyn could wonder all she liked about the opinions these knights had of her. It seemed they all thought quite highly of the sorceress, and of course Hector was no exception as the second knight to have an impression. "Yes, of course. Great sorceress may even be an understatement, to be perfectly honest," he spoke earnestly. Perhaps Sir Hector even had the highest opinion of Merlyn, among the Knights of the Round Table. She freed his companion, Dagonet, and honored Hector's name even while knowing his death would only be temporary. "There's no need to be flustered, Lady Merlyn. I speak only my honest opinion, which I believe is shared by everyone else here. Though, the thought that you would be flustered by my words, is refreshing."
The flirty behavior of Merlyn was notably clear. Though Hector wasn't much of a flirter himself, he seemed to react positively on the receiving end. It was interesting to note that Merlyn refrained from viewing her own future, and even peered less in general as of late. Sir Cador was right; there was a certain excitement to being out of the loop, as it were. Hector could appreciate this─ especially considering the fact that Merlyn seemed to be having an alright time. Hector could only hope such a thing was allowed to last, as well as wonder how his own contributions to a pleasant lifestyle would weigh in. "You would peek to avoid embarrassment? It must have been a long time since you've felt such a thing," he said nonchalantly as they made way for the lake.
Emilia hadn't tasted the roux; that much was obvious. Had she done so, perhaps she would have been privy to the lack of seasoning found within. At least she realized what was needed after actually taking a sample for herself. "More spice, good. A dash of masala in each set should be fine. Not too spicy for the kids and sensitive tongues, but not flavorless either. Understood?" he spoke. Even as a veritable slaver in the kitchen, Arthur's intentions were fair. He wanted the dish perfect for those who would eat it, but also generally acceptable. Alas, those who were cooking at present would also be consuming. He would make note of that as well. "As for taste, don't be afraid to season for your own taste a bit as well. If you're going to cook something, you should want to eat it too, right?" With that said, Arthur was passing a handful of carrots to Guinevere. It was high time he took a lump of meat from the flying bison's hide, and a single glance in Guin's direction proved that yes, her cuts were coming along nicely. "Beautiful. Get those carrots done─ Emilia, make sure that roux is nice and thick. I'm switching to meat. Salt please," he concluded as a chunk of the bison's leg was sliced off rather cleanly. A large slab of meat would soon be sitting on a countertop, freshly rinsed and without skin or hair in sight. Ah, it even came with a spectacular layer of fat; he'd have to make bison steak eventually.
The flirty behavior of Merlyn was notably clear. Though Hector wasn't much of a flirter himself, he seemed to react positively on the receiving end. It was interesting to note that Merlyn refrained from viewing her own future, and even peered less in general as of late. Sir Cador was right; there was a certain excitement to being out of the loop, as it were. Hector could appreciate this─ especially considering the fact that Merlyn seemed to be having an alright time. Hector could only hope such a thing was allowed to last, as well as wonder how his own contributions to a pleasant lifestyle would weigh in. "You would peek to avoid embarrassment? It must have been a long time since you've felt such a thing," he said nonchalantly as they made way for the lake.
Emilia hadn't tasted the roux; that much was obvious. Had she done so, perhaps she would have been privy to the lack of seasoning found within. At least she realized what was needed after actually taking a sample for herself. "More spice, good. A dash of masala in each set should be fine. Not too spicy for the kids and sensitive tongues, but not flavorless either. Understood?" he spoke. Even as a veritable slaver in the kitchen, Arthur's intentions were fair. He wanted the dish perfect for those who would eat it, but also generally acceptable. Alas, those who were cooking at present would also be consuming. He would make note of that as well. "As for taste, don't be afraid to season for your own taste a bit as well. If you're going to cook something, you should want to eat it too, right?" With that said, Arthur was passing a handful of carrots to Guinevere. It was high time he took a lump of meat from the flying bison's hide, and a single glance in Guin's direction proved that yes, her cuts were coming along nicely. "Beautiful. Get those carrots done─ Emilia, make sure that roux is nice and thick. I'm switching to meat. Salt please," he concluded as a chunk of the bison's leg was sliced off rather cleanly. A large slab of meat would soon be sitting on a countertop, freshly rinsed and without skin or hair in sight. Ah, it even came with a spectacular layer of fat; he'd have to make bison steak eventually.
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