THE MELTING POT. A Catchall.

[edwinjarvis]

Who: Jarvis! But also anyone at The Melting Pot! A Mingle!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: at the new cafe/bistro, on the Iskaulit.
When: May and June catch-all? Or something.

 

THE MENU AND SERVERS.

 

Feel free to make open and closed threads here! Or if you're looking for Jarvis, feel free to add that information in the subject line. If you'd like a character to come in and look for work, feel free, Jarvis may set them up with work! Likewise, those he told he would help learn to cook dishes can stop by, too. 

Comments

[mucked]

[ something softer steals across her face. as appealing (hah) as the idea of fake-out omelette sounds, peggy's rather glad he brought up one other dish all on his own. she might have feel crass asking for it without that introduction.

peggy reaches out and pats the back of jarvis's hand. ]

The goulash would be splendid. I remember quite liking it.

[edwinjarvis]

[He smiles fondly. Of Ana, perhaps, but also most definitely from fondness of Peggy, too. He sees precisely what you're up to here, Miss Carter, giving her hand a return pat of thanks as he considers her order.]

I would be more than happy to oblige, and I'm sure Miss Jarvis is suddenly too content at this very moment.

.... Would you like a Carter's Tea with it?

[:))))))]

[mucked]

Oh, for God's sake. [ and here we are, right back to form. ] Can't you just call it 'tea'? Don't be ridiculous.

1/2

[edwinjarvis]

[edwinjarvis]

But it needs to match Roger's Iced Tea.

[mucked]

-- It absolutely does not.

[edwinjarvis]

It's not my fault your silly beverage battles have put a spotlight on you.

[mucked]

There is no spotlight. [ huff. ] You, Mister Jarvis, have an overactive imagination.

[edwinjarvis]

Is having an overactive imagination really such a bad thing?

Especially for someone creating new dishes.

[mucked]

-- No, so long as that someone keeps his imagination on the food.

[ and not on herself and steve. ]

[edwinjarvis]

Why, I have no idea what you're going on about!

I've always had my imagination on the food.

...

Now, you said goulash and a Carter's tea! Coming right up.

[He smiles like a rude lil' shit before moving toward the kitchen.

Just the worst friend ever, obviously.]