B'lire Game-wide Mingle

[passingthrough]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: Nah!
Action: B'lire in the Drisdim-3 System
When: March 11 to April 5

[Live that Gaston lifestyle, but maybe less French.]

(OOC: System Info.)

Comments

[necromanswers]

Anyone who knows anything about you knows that your fritter recipe is way more popular than your poached. People love the taste of unhealthy- and you love the attention.

[Starblaster crew used to crowd around the kitchen like goddamn vultures every time, especially that year on the beach.]

[abracafcku]

Uh... First? Fuck off - all my recipes are popular.

[She's right though. His fritters are way more popular because who doesn't like fried shit? It wasn't just the attention though, it was objectively just a better and easier recipe all around.]

Second? I deserve the attention. I'm Taako. From TV. The world might not deserve me, but here I am, doing them all this amazing service.

[necromanswers]

Yeah, yeah. Never said you didn't.

[She gives him a casual wave as if to brush off the sudden ire, like she's seen it hundreds of times before (which she has, of course). She knows the truth- although not necessarily the Faerun version. Maybe those folks were absolutely gaga over boiled meat- she didn't get a chance to live in that world long enough to know one way or another.]

You should add it to the MP menu. Bet you'd get a mob at the door begging to throw credits at you.

[abracafcku]

[He considers it for a moment, then slumps back in his chair, toying with the end of his braid. He could add it to the Melting Pot menu. He knows it'd be popular and the menu was probably due for an overhaul anyway.... and yet he hesitates. Something about it seems wrong, like that recipe is something he wants to keep for himself just a little longer.]

I'll consider it. Maybe.

[Maybe he'll make some for her and pretend like they're leftovers.]

For now? Too much work after I already put in the effort to prepare it for poaching.

[necromanswers]

[That moment of hesitation makes her hesitate, fingers drumming absently against her empty glass. Hmm.]

Well, it's your restaurant, and your fish. It's fine to be self-indulgent about it.

[And as if summoned by the possibility of impending awkwardness, the waiter reappears with a tray of drinks, which he politely delivers and vanishes again- but not before taking out a lighter and setting one of Lup's drinks on fire.

She immediately leans in, eyes wide, with a wild grin crossing her lips.]

Ho. Ly. Shit. I love it already.

[abracafcku]

It's not mine.

[The words tumble out sharper than he means, and Taako is quick to follow it up with a dismissive:]

Only takin' care of it because no one else can be trusted with it, y'know?

[It might have his name as head chef and he might currently hold sole responsibility, but to call it "his" would invite a lot of unnecessary baggage, unhappy memories, potential for failure. It made his hands sweat to think of it.

Thankfully distraction arrives soon enough in the form of libations and Taako snorts in delight as her drink catches on fire. It's showmanship at its best and Taako claps in appreciation.]

A-may-zing. At least they can do this right!

[He grabs his shot, taps it against the table, before raising it up to her.]

Let's get this party started.

[necromanswers]

[The sharpness is a surprise, but in retrospect not much of one, and she offers him a brief, almost apologetic smile before it's gone again and she's laughing and grabbing her drink. They're here to have a good time, not dwell on the past. She can consider being more careful another time.]

Hell to the yeah!

[She clinks her shot glass against his and downs it immediately- and pointedly without blowing it out first. It burns in all the good ways the whole way down, and fire is her element, so she consumes it like it's water, no problem. And then she smacks the glass back down to the table and sets free a loud, gleeful whoop.

She is so down to have some fun for a while!]