30 May 2013 @ 01:50 am
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I'm going to need extra help on the dinner shift for a few days until Ben is prepared to assist me again. I don't care who.

[And that's the extent of that message. He's guessing if anyone wants to speak with him, they will. And if they don't, they hopefully just got tired of this place and left.]

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Did you make it out alright?
 
 
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Arya Stark: no one creeps up behind me[personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords on June 3rd, 2013 05:33 am (UTC)
[She watches him work, leaning as far over on her crate as she can to eye the pot.]

...Can we make lemon tarts?
Gaheris Rhade: rhade - grin[personal profile] truth_is_cold on June 3rd, 2013 06:40 am (UTC)
Absolutely. [He goes over to a box of recipe cards, which is oddly antique for him but he supposes it works for the mixed environment of the Barge.]

Do you have any foods at home that you haven't seen here?
Arya Stark: tiniest wood gatherer ever[personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords on June 3rd, 2013 03:43 pm (UTC)
[There are plenty of things she hasn't seen exactly, but she has to reach far back and wrack her brain for the things she used to eat at Winterfell. It feels so distant, now.]

And we make venison pies?
Gaheris Rhade: rhade - listening[personal profile] truth_is_cold on June 4th, 2013 03:43 am (UTC)
We have recipes for meat pies. I'm certain I can convince Riddick to bring us some fresh venison.

[And he puts down the recipe card for the lemon tarts beside of her, so she can see the ingredients, too. It doesn't help to teach if they can't be a part of every step of the process.]

I'll get what we need for the filling and you can help me get what we need for the crust.
Arya Stark: her mother and her father[personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords on June 4th, 2013 04:38 pm (UTC)
[She leans up on the counter, using her arms to hold herself up on its edge as she studies the recipe. She'd watched Hot Pie work in Harrenhal, but her help had been very limited. She still remembers the sweet smells from the kitchen, though.]

Okay. [She turns to look around, off to root through what she can to look for what the recipe calls for.]