Mingle for the oldies

[bb_wolf]

Who: Anyone who is immortal, inordinately long lived or just likes hanging out with old people?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Málum on the Iskaulit
When: End of November

Broadcast: Text
[The broadcast is simple.]

Málum. Tonight. Immortal or near enough meet up. Buy your own.

Action: Málum

[Bigby is there, drinking whiskey and smoking cheap, horrible and stinky cigarettes. The rest of you can do what you want.]

Comments

[goldenglasses]

Oh! Nononono! No need to go to THAT much trouble. [A roast sounds like a lot of work.]

But I mean like a burger or something you need more than two fingers to hold. [He's just not use to "fancy".]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel actually snorts at that. At least Vash is direct. It's something he can appreciate.]

You want all the fixings?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash tries not to look too excited, but he's excited. Tiny "fancy" food has never been appetizing to him.] Sure! You know, if it's not too much trouble.

[sylphystia]

[He might be blind, but he can tell Vash is excited. It's... it reminds him of someone. Definitely reminds him of someone.]

Nah. I'm getting paid, anyway. [Though really, he just does it to fill his time (and to refine his cooking technique).] It'll be a few minutes.

[He leaves and takes the platter with him. The grill is mostly exposed, but with his back turned, it creates a sense of mystery. Eventually, however, the hearty scent of seasoned beef and bacon wafts in Vash's direction.

When the seraph returns with Vash's food, it's clear he wasn't lying. Sure, it isn't on a real plate-- just a thin slab of stone and with french fries in a little shopping cart-- but you know what, there's a lot of them and there's homemade fry sauce so don't bother complaining. The burger itself is huge, thick, and a perfect medium color with a slightly salty seared crust. It's covered with lettuce, onion straws, tomato, bacon, three kinds of cheese, an egg, and some kind of house sauce.]

Here. Eat up.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is happy to wait for food. Especially when it's good food which Vash can already tell it's going to be good when he smells it and tries to keep from drooling too much.

When the food is brought out to him he still doesn't care too much about the presentation. He only care if it tastes as good as it smells. He can't help rubbing his hands in anticipation.]

Well, it smells great! I'm happy to eat up!

[Vash takes the burger in both hands and takes a huge bite. Luckily the initial shout is muffled by how much food is currently in his mouth.]

MMMMMM! MMP MFFFFFF MPMMTH!

[Vash swallows and continues from his muffled, excited shout.] This is amazing! You should come move to my ship!

[He says this very quickly as he shoves some fries into his mouth.] Mmmmhmmmm!

[sylphystia]

[Sometimes, Dezel is glad he's blind. It means he doesn't have to witness things like that.

Still, there's something pleasant in a job well done.]

Thanks, but I'll pass. I'm needed on the Huntress. [Even if he doesn't cook all the time, he's needed to at least keep Sora from getting into trouble.]

[goldenglasses]

Oh man, well, it was worth a try. [He sighs as if years of tireless effort had just gone to waste.]

Oh, and my name is Vash by the way. I know that wasn't really part of the party food so I'd be happy to pay for it.

[It was so good. He's really going to have to come by here more often if this guy is the chef.]