72st of Spring, 513AV
The kitchen was empty and Kitchi slipped inside. A few candles burned and threw just enough light into the room to see. Kitchi felt out of place, having mostly managed to avoid spending much time in the kitchen but an unusual desire to learn had struck her and pulled her into the uncomfortable environment. She approached one of the desks and produced a fish, dropping it onto the metal topped table. It landed with a faint thumb, its silver scales glittering in the slightly light. She observed it for a moment, attempting to pull memories into the forefront of her mind. Another silvery object glittered in the light, this time a small, sharp and borrowed metal knife. Another quick examination of the fish was done. Kitchi stood a moment and admired the beautiful scales before bringing the knife against its underside. At first the incision was small, a tiny cut against its belly. Part of her expected blood to gush from the opened wound but only a few splatters of red managed to find its way out. Satisfied that it wasn't too gory she slipped the knife further. Pink guts become exposed to the air and the smell started to assault Kitchi's nostrils. Her nose wrinkled in disgust but she continued her task, ignoring it. Her fingers pulled apart the folds of glittering scales and she observed her work. The cut was rugged and uneven but she had managed to avoid piercing the organs. Her wilderness skills told her that doing so would contaminate the meat, making it inedible without negative consequences. She brought the knife against the organs, carefully severing them and separating them from the meat. The organs she discarded slightly to the side. Her movements were slow and careful for fear of ruining the meat. For a moment she glanced at the scales considering them, she had never been displayed fish without it being de-scaled or at least something. She hesitated, was it really such a good idea to guess? With a shrug she found the knife once again, placing the sharp edge against the exposed scales. The scraping noise was unsettling but she managed to budge a few flakes of scales from its skin. They fluttered onto the table, shimmering like snow flakes as they danced through the air. Another few followed as they continued scraping against the skin. She found applying more pressure caused more to escape, the closer to the skin the better. After much effort she managed to completely, or there about, de-scale the stinking fish. She laid it down against the table, admiring her efforts with a hint of pride swelling inside her. There was another pause as she glanced around, wondering what she was expected to do next. The oven called to her and she searched within the rows of pots and pans for something suitable. Eventually her fingers fell upon what she was searching for, a flattened pan with slightly raised sides. She pulled the metal container into the light, holding the handle tightly in her hands. With another glance around she placed it on the oven. She glanced towards the fire, it was stoked slightly and she poked it with a metal stick searching for embers. No embers showed and Kitchi sighed before attempting to restart the fire. Once she started a few embers she smiled, allowing it to spread towards the sticks and wood stored. Another smile flickered onto her face as the fire started to blaze, flickering warmly in the faint light. With some difficulty she managed to manoeuvre the fish onto the pan and she stood holding the handle as she watched the pink stained meat starting to cook. She had no idea how long she was suppose to wait, or what color it was suppose to turn but she waited. Occasionally she would prod it and milky liquid would ooze out and bubbles against the heat. Boredom had long since edged its way into her when she glanced back down at the whitish meat, it looked done enough she decided pulling the pan away from the heat and transferring it back onto the stone counter. Blue eyes scanned around her, searching for a fork and she dipped forwards clasping one that came into view. Nervous she stood back over the still sizzling pan at what had taken so long. It was unbelievably how long she had been in the kitchen, stuck in the solitary room on her own. The four pronged object found itself embedded in the cooked fish, pulling a section apart. It was flaky and fell apart with the slightest force. Good. Kitchi raised the fork to her lips, carefully tasting the cooling meat which she had created. The taste was not disappointing and she was impressed that she had managed to create such a dish.
The kitchen was empty and Kitchi slipped inside. A few candles burned and threw just enough light into the room to see. Kitchi felt out of place, having mostly managed to avoid spending much time in the kitchen but an unusual desire to learn had struck her and pulled her into the uncomfortable environment. She approached one of the desks and produced a fish, dropping it onto the metal topped table. It landed with a faint thumb, its silver scales glittering in the slightly light. She observed it for a moment, attempting to pull memories into the forefront of her mind. Another silvery object glittered in the light, this time a small, sharp and borrowed metal knife. Another quick examination of the fish was done. Kitchi stood a moment and admired the beautiful scales before bringing the knife against its underside. At first the incision was small, a tiny cut against its belly. Part of her expected blood to gush from the opened wound but only a few splatters of red managed to find its way out. Satisfied that it wasn't too gory she slipped the knife further. Pink guts become exposed to the air and the smell started to assault Kitchi's nostrils. Her nose wrinkled in disgust but she continued her task, ignoring it. Her fingers pulled apart the folds of glittering scales and she observed her work. The cut was rugged and uneven but she had managed to avoid piercing the organs. Her wilderness skills told her that doing so would contaminate the meat, making it inedible without negative consequences. She brought the knife against the organs, carefully severing them and separating them from the meat. The organs she discarded slightly to the side. Her movements were slow and careful for fear of ruining the meat. For a moment she glanced at the scales considering them, she had never been displayed fish without it being de-scaled or at least something. She hesitated, was it really such a good idea to guess? With a shrug she found the knife once again, placing the sharp edge against the exposed scales. The scraping noise was unsettling but she managed to budge a few flakes of scales from its skin. They fluttered onto the table, shimmering like snow flakes as they danced through the air. Another few followed as they continued scraping against the skin. She found applying more pressure caused more to escape, the closer to the skin the better. After much effort she managed to completely, or there about, de-scale the stinking fish. She laid it down against the table, admiring her efforts with a hint of pride swelling inside her. There was another pause as she glanced around, wondering what she was expected to do next. The oven called to her and she searched within the rows of pots and pans for something suitable. Eventually her fingers fell upon what she was searching for, a flattened pan with slightly raised sides. She pulled the metal container into the light, holding the handle tightly in her hands. With another glance around she placed it on the oven. She glanced towards the fire, it was stoked slightly and she poked it with a metal stick searching for embers. No embers showed and Kitchi sighed before attempting to restart the fire. Once she started a few embers she smiled, allowing it to spread towards the sticks and wood stored. Another smile flickered onto her face as the fire started to blaze, flickering warmly in the faint light. With some difficulty she managed to manoeuvre the fish onto the pan and she stood holding the handle as she watched the pink stained meat starting to cook. She had no idea how long she was suppose to wait, or what color it was suppose to turn but she waited. Occasionally she would prod it and milky liquid would ooze out and bubbles against the heat. Boredom had long since edged its way into her when she glanced back down at the whitish meat, it looked done enough she decided pulling the pan away from the heat and transferring it back onto the stone counter. Blue eyes scanned around her, searching for a fork and she dipped forwards clasping one that came into view. Nervous she stood back over the still sizzling pan at what had taken so long. It was unbelievably how long she had been in the kitchen, stuck in the solitary room on her own. The four pronged object found itself embedded in the cooked fish, pulling a section apart. It was flaky and fell apart with the slightest force. Good. Kitchi raised the fork to her lips, carefully tasting the cooling meat which she had created. The taste was not disappointing and she was impressed that she had managed to create such a dish.
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