OOC: NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. We need teh Slaveless!!!
IC: "Looks more like a creature rather dan a guy...I'll ask Vernel later, I suppose..." Stan then turned to the eggs. Couldn't hurt to do some himself, could it? Scramble them...they'd been taught originally some very basic cooking skills incase they ended up in that kind of job, teaching everyone rather than spending more money deciding for particular classes to put Sligs in. It was essentially only things like turning the oven on, but oddly enough, they'd been given some tips on cooking with eggs, though never got the opportunity. He supposed 10 would do for now. He looked through a few cupboards and found a big bowl...appeared to be a mixing bowl, based on the pictures. Then cracking the eggs...hopefully his hands wouldn't be too big. He picked up an egg between one finger and his thumb, and attempted to crack it on the edge of the bowl. He hit too hard, and egg splatted onto the table. he grabbed a kitchen tissue to clear it up quickly, binned it and tried again. He very gently tried to hit it on the edge, and even then the bowl rocked slightly. He then lifted it over, and used both hands to open the egg over the bowl. Hmm, that didn't work out too badly. he repeated this with 9 eggs, so ten were in the bowl. So, scrambling eggs...he needed a whisk, right? He looked in the cupboard, and saw a simple, handheld whisk. This oughn't be too hard, as long as he didn't throw egg everywhere. He put it in the bowl and gently moved it round, and sped up until the egg was spinning round in the bowl, nearish the edge. He threw the whisk into the sink afterwards. He then looked into the bowl. What did he do with the eggs now?...
Chelon waited patiently. Some of the plates were being filled with food already. He could hardly wait for some actual food, though he showed nothing on the outside...maybe he ought to do something while waiting, rather than just sit around? He got up, and started wondering around a little, before looking over to the kitchen. He went over and looked at what was going on. He then detected a scent...must be the food. Never smelt anything so nice before..."Smells nice" he said, before continuing to just stand there, observing various implements in the kitchen.
Stan looked up, noticing the creature had come over, then it spoke...was it normal for this, uh, whatever-it-was to be speaking? "Uh...thanks" he said, before averting his gaze and looking to the Mudokons. He held up the bowl to the female one "So, uh, what should I do with these now?"
OOC: Now to wait a week for Slaveless' return >.<
Maybe I'll end up making another character, if only to be doing something...hm, there aren't any natives yet...mebbe, mebbe not.
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