Completed This Isn't Where I Left My Frying Pan!

[Artur]

"A horse? huh. Go figure they would use larger animals, he must be lazier then I am to ride that creature everywhere." Artur mused as he heard Kise explain, he still believed that he would never ride such a thing. "Actually everybody in Alvadas dressed weird... colorful too on the occasion." He remembered the festival of illusions when he was there, and the tragic event that took place that day. He thought about sharing details about it but found there were really no words to speak with, that and Kise just seemed to enjoy being the one talking. As they continued along his horse trotted with small bounces in its step, a motion that reminded Artur of when he was sailing across the Suvan. By gods he kept getting sea sick on the way over, the queasy feeling never bothered to leave him alone until he arrived on land a few days ago. He probably lost weight from the poor diet along the way, though that wouldn't last long since he was always looking for food. "I will never get on a ship again. Ever." His mind had been made up, he officially hated sailing by any means.

Kise happen to add a remark that caused Artur to chuckle a bit, as he went on and on about how the bear knew so little. That's why he was here to begin with, to learn about everything and every food this place has. He wouldn't stop until he learned everything he could. When Kise looked back for a moment Artur took the chance to add his input with another chuckle. "I do too know shyke from sugar, sugar is a sweetener used for desserts and pastries. Even in some cases tea, but shyke...." He didn't really know how shyke tasted, as he had never even though of doing such a nasty deed. "Shyke isn't sweet I know that much." He mused once more, as Kise began to go into detail about The Heralds Arms. The place wasn't really a restuarant to Artur's great dismay, but what he did learn was that it was this interesting place for this... "sex" word that Kise kept throwing around. Apparently it must be some activity humans enjoy doing with one another, like a game or something they play when they feel like it. Kise picked up he pace on his horse as they seemed to be getting close to their destination, the guy threatened to punish Artur if he failed to make good food like he said he could. It was enough to make Artur scoff a bit, as the bear imagined rubbing a poison ivy leaf all of Kises face. "He'd be the itching ass then would he." He mused himself once more, as he tried to figure out what exactly he would cook.

While they still treked the long distance to their destination, Kisetukai went ahead and added a bit of information about the Knights of Sylira, and how it was an order of some sort. Artur really thought him to be babbling now, as Kise went on and on about how long it took and how some "squires" as he called them weren't worthy of becoming knights. It all came to be fascinatingly boring for the bear to listen, almost bad enough for him to mistakably yawn in front of him. "So Kise is a hotheaded ass that is a squire. Ok, now that's been established." Kise then told him they were nearly there, a silent prayer of thanks to Oriana since his feet were getting tired. When the horses trot had picked up to a quicker pace Artur sighed as he did too, an attempt to keep up with the squire until they arrived.

He had been told to keep his cool before they would enter, and that maybe later Kise would help the bear find some new clothes to wear. Honestly Artur saw little point in this effort, since he was a Kelvic who didn't appreciate clothes as others did, but since Kise wanted to go out of his way then who was Artur to say no? "Maybe some bacon and eggs would do, that's always a good start to a good day." At the mention of being wet behind the ears, Artur cluelessly felt them to be sure. He failed to comprehend Kise's meaning once again, thus only shrugged his shoulders as the two seemed to arrive. Artur hadn't sweated yet even though the day was warm, so how Kise could say that really made only little sense. "Right then, show me the kitchen!" He enthused as he waited for Kise to take the lead.

"Artur's Words" or "thoughts.", "Other's words"

[Kisetukai]

"Right then, show me the kitchen!"

K laughed out loud as the boy cheered for the kitchen, the enthusiasm was promising, as long as he stayed like that things would be fine. The horse's trot became a clot as they moved over the drawbridge, making their way to the castle, they finally had made it. K slowed himself as he approached a horse rack, slowly holding up the reigns as he leaned his body back, he had to show the horse who was in control. "Yah... Tch! Tch!"  The horse instantly slowed down, bucking a bit and pulling back down on the reigns, as it finally came to a halt. K dropped the reigns, turning to his side as he slid off, his shoes tapping the ground upon impact. He walked to the head of his horse, the reigns in his left hand, as he stopped right by the rack. Tying it in a novice knot, he attempted to tie up his horse how he saw the other knights do it, fancy eh?

Rubbing his horses mane lightly, he leaned in and spoke to it, as if it could understand him. "Hey.. I'm gonna be back soon ok, then we can go for a quick couple laps or something at the training grounds. Sound good?" The horse gave a neigh, whether it understood or not, K took it as a yes. K gave it a quick slap to the belly, as he cheerfully walked around the blindside of the horse, luckily he wasn't kicked. He began walking down cobblestone, until he found himself walking down a corridor, stopping for a moment. "Hey stay close Arty... But-" He turned his head around, smiling with a cocky expression. "Not too close big boy." He continued walking, his stride ever so proud as he walked through the dimly lit halls, it was a place he hated going to. "Hmm... I think.." He made a right turn, then a left, climbing up a flight of stairs, not touching the hand rail. His shoes tapping an echoing, he made sure to keep his back straight, as he kept him hands to himself and folded his arms. "Stay close Arty, we are almost there, and keep your eyes to yourself."

Finally, on a higher level, he walked slower. "Ok now if I remember correctly, she lived right about... Here." He stopped at a random door, it looked just like all the others, stopping right in front of it. "Ok now Arty... Uh try not to be so...-" He gestured all of Artur with both of his hands, arching and eyebrow and turning back to the door with a sigh. He was going to go to Mia's house to begin with, after the heralds arms for a quick fix, but now he had something to look forward to. Besides meaningless sex. He knocked on the door briefly, his right middle and index finger knuckles doing the work, he waited for door to swing open. It didn't, and that was no good, another simple knock.

One two three.

Click

The door opened slowly with a crack on the right side, instantly expensive perfume came leaking out, aphrodisiacs were apparent. Mia's head came poking out, a dark skinned woman woman who was a bit lighter than K, rich black curls bouncing down. Red full lips, face freshly powdered, teeth brighter than clouds. Her expression in general showed that she was surprised to see K, but not really shocked, after all it had been a while. "Please, um, come on in Kise. I wasn't expecting to see you..." She moved away from the door, leaving it cracked as she made way for something, the sound of her little feet tapping the floor. She wore clothing, not the most modest, in actuality it seemed Artur wore more than her. A silk robe, that was it, a silk blue robe. The robe itself was loosely tied at her waist, leaving the chest area open enough to see the insides of her breasts, she was a young seductress like no other. After all she was comfortable in front of K.

K pushed open the door with ease, lightly as it creaked open, his body naturally walking forward behind it. It was dark inside, and light by a couple of poor candles, not the best lighting for cooking, but ya never know. K didn't know the first thing about preparing dishes, Arty on the other hand probably would be able to work in this lighting. K turned his head to the first place he thought she would be, the bed, much to his pleasure, she was there. Laying with her right leg gently on top of her left, her robe stopping at her thighs, if you could call it a robe. That was an, interesting outfit to say the least, but not anything he hadn't seen before. K walked up to the foot of the bed, his arms still folded as he spoke out loud addressing all that heard him. "Mia, make yourself decent I brought someone with me." He peered in a bit closer, examining what exactly she was wearing and how it was wore. "Don't take that off though.. Not yet at least." 

He walked off, going to pick up one on the candles she had freshly lit, holding the skinny candle in his hand. Walking back over to the foot of the bed, he decided to get things started. "Mia this is Arty, Arty this is Mia, he's gonna cook something awesome for me. Ok Arty!" He ran over to the door, slamming it and locking it quickly, then back to Artur. "Ok we can cook soon, just tell me exactly what you need... Cuz uh, I don't really know anything about cooking."

"Kise, next time you decide to bring someone over you can at least tell me in advance, I would've gladly cooked. Now, since you seem to have your heart set on letting this... Boy cook, you are free to do so. The hearth is already burning with a small fire, the sink has one side filled with water for rinsing, the other side has a bucket for the scraps. Try not to get the counter dirty and if you do clean it with something. There also is a cutting board on the counter, along with two sets of every utensil. All the kitchen supplies you will need are located under the sink, this includes a bucket of all of the tools. Now the actual fresh produce itself is also located under that sink, I just bought it today, it's sitting in an ice chest. That pot hanging over the hearth has a bit of water in it, just to clean it out, and once you take off the lid, the steam will rise out. Just warning. I only bought a little bit of food, but I think you two will be fine. There's an actual small chicken in the ice chest, and yes there is ice in the ice chest." Her sarcasm pointed directly at K.

"Now, I'm going to get some rest, could you two try to keep it down a little? Thank you." She laid down, and apparently fell asleep.

But K didn't believe she was asleep, nonetheless he had to go with it, he had no choice. "Ok Arty, now that she is done complaining and nagging, let's get cooking." K took a couple steps too the sink, kneeled down and pulled out a bucket of kitchen supplies out, plopping the bucket on the counter next to the cutting board. Then he turned his body, stepping over to the ice chest and lifting it open, inside was a wide variety. Ice with with a slim chicken laying on top, it was headless of course by apparently still held it's guts, a no no. Around the chicken there was carrots and celery, and most likely more vegetables under the top layer of ice, it was a thick chest. He moved back, and took a seat near the hearth, his legs folded as he held the thin candle up above his head. "Ok Arty, your in control here, tell me exactly what we should do first." He said with a smile, he was pretty excited.

Almost excited as he was hungry.

[Artur]

Artur tried to keep up as he began to pant, a jogging pace combined with pants as he started to break into a sweat. After they crossed over the drawbridge and Kise finally came to a stop Artur found himself nearly gasping for air. He had definitely gotten his fair amount of exercise on the way up to where ever Kise had led him. The squire rubbed the belly of the horse and talked to it before they had moved on, which Artur failed to understand his reason for doing so really but paid little mind. He wasn't to far from a kitchen now! All he had to do was follow him onward until they arrived at his friends place, and when they arrived at the random door Artur found himself confused at Kise's gesture. "Is he telling me not to be so me? How am I suppose to do that?" He only shrugged at again another failure to understand Kise, only playing along with what the squire would be doing. He wanted to get into that kitchen pronto. Kise knocked on the door a couple times and after a moment of waiting the door cracked to unleash the fragrance of perfume once more. His sense of smell characteristic being the strongest trait from his animal form, Artur found that the fragrance overpowered all other smells he could pick up around him. Kise's constant whiff of a horny wolf in heat was even masked by this fragrance, and Artur found that his head slightly began to hurt because of it.

The bear followed Kise inside and found the room to be quite dim, a reminder of the Withering Rose where he once worked at in Alvadas. These conditions were nothing he couldn't work in, after all he had spent an entire season cooking in a dim kitchen. Artur watched Kise as he addressed Mia to look a bit more decent, and when Artur finally glanced over to see the dark skinned woman surprise filled his expression at how suggestive her robe was. The two seemed to talk just for a bit as Kise shut the door, her permission to use the kitchen granted although he already made up his mind. "Yeah this is weird..." He admitted as he looked to the hearth, Kise then put a bucket out on the counter that had kitchen supplies in it. Immediately the bear found himself excitedly drawn to the kitchen as he went over to the cutting board. He dug inside tthe bucket to find the appropriate utensils he would need, and before he decided on just what he would use he looked down to the ice chest as Kise happened to open it. A maniacal smile filled the bears expression as he laid eyes on the beautiful chicken that rested within. Kise mentioned he would help with anything the bear needed, and from there Artur's curiously creative nature kicked in and took over.

"Ok, first I need you to find me cooking oil, preferably olive if she has any of it. Place it here next to the cutting board when you find it and then I'll need you to get seasoning from where ever she stores it." He instructed as he took the chicken almost greedily, hr placed it onto the counter with a thunk and then looked into the bucket of utensils once more. This time he knew what he needed for sure, and after scrounging through different the bucket he pulled out two large cutting knifes (one for meat the other for vegetables), a metalic spatula, and a table spoon. He took the bucket for the scraps and placed it next to the cutting board where the chicken rest. Kise had placed the oil where Artur requested, and in his excitement the bear had almost forgotten the dishes he would need. "Ok I need a frying pan for the chicken when its ready, and a small bowl to make the seasoning." He added as he took the cutting knife for meat, he then felt the edge of the blade with his thumb. "Hello beautiful." He mused with a smirk as he looked at the chicken before him, he had never really eviscerated a chicken on his own before. Thankfully this one had its head and legs cut off already, so the only thing he had to do was make an appropriate incision at the bottom area and pull out the guts. Artur pinched a spot to start the incision and plunged just the tip of the knife in the meat, he slowly cut through the tender meat with careful eyes on where the knife went until he finally made a slit long enough. He placed the knife down next to the chicken and put a few fingers from both hands inside the slit,then he pulled hard to tear the meat open with a grunt. There rested the gizzard, gallbladder, liver, and other organs that kept the chicken alive. "Won't be needing these now will you." He joked as he carefully scooped his hand under the vitals, with a bit of caution and small effort he barely yanked out the organs to place them in the bucket. He was thankful the gallbladder hadn't been sliced or ripped open in the process, lest he ruined the entire chicken because of this.

Next came the heart of the chicken, and with a focused expression he reached in and felt for the organ as he grasped it between his fingers. Enthusiastically be began to hum a random tune he heard the sailors usually singing on the ship, as he ripped the heart out and dropped it inside the bucket. Next to come out were the lungs which was the same process as the heart, and to finish the process of eviscerating Artur cut off the last bit of the digestive track attached to the meat. Though this was his first time actually cutting out organs he had to thank Lounel for giving him such inspiration, for when you try something you haven't done its usually best to judt wing it! Artur looked over to see the frying pan and bowl had been sitting on th counter, he had forgotten his request for them earlier as he got lost in his own heaven. Artur looked to the sink and brought the cutting board and chicken along, first he placed the chicken on the counter where he could rinse off the cutting board first. After a few wipes to clean the board off the chicken came next, a much thorough rinse inside out. He placed the chicken next to the cutting board and then grabbed the other knife that had been waiting to be used, he looked inside the ice box and took out some carrots and celery to cut up on the board. "Seasoning!" He remembered. "I need a little bit of parsley, sage, thyme, basil, salt, and pepper." He instructed as he tilted the knifes tip to the board, first he cut off the ends of the carrots then went into slicing then. The flick of his wrist proved to be competent after much practice with salads, as he finished slicing the carrots in half a chime and went into dicing them into smaller bits. When those where done he then went into the task of cutting celery. He cut off the leafy ends and the end of the stalk and tossed them in with the scraps, and used the same technique to cut thin slices for the chicken. Finally he had been done with veggie preparation, although Kise might not be so happy since he didn't like veggies. However Artur was to be the cook, thus Kise would have to take it or leave it. Either way the bear was going into cutting meat off the chicken now, as he looked over to see if Kise had found the seasonings he requested.

"Artur's Words" or "thoughts.", "Other's words"

[Kisetukai]

Things were in motion, Arty was calling the shots, and K was gonna get food! Arty commanded cooking oil, now where exactly would that be? He began to muse as he stepped back and walked off, checking under the sink, he began to muse. If I were cooking oil... How many wenches would I have fu- He smiled as he opened the wooden panel, seeing a bunch of things that intrigued him, but only one that was actually it. Pulling out the cooking oil, it was a random looking bottle, although he got lucky. He didn't know it was cooking oil, he only hoped that it was, because he didn't care for checking and making sure. He brought the surprisingly heavy bottle down on the counter with ease, it looked like one of the wine bottles his mom used to keep, but she kept so many he couldn't tell.

He then moved to Arty's next task, a frying pan, a bowl, and seasoning. Oh gods it was moving so fast, but fast was the name of the game when it came to awesome, and this kid was like a wiz in the kitchen. K searched under the sink once more, slamming into a revel of pots and pans, ravaging for the right one. He came up quickly, bumping his head on the wood, but fitting through the pain. He brought the correct frying pan to Artur and a huge pot, not knowing which was correct, he placed them on his left. A bowl! He ran over to the dishes, sliding though the plates, cups, utensils, and ect. He popped up with a small blue bowl, happy and proud of himself, he trotted over to Arty and placed it next to the pot. "Yeah, I know... I'm awesome." He smiled and stood as Arty did his thing with the chicken, small slices and pulls at the chicken, taking out what used to be vital organs. K became a bit disgusted, but proud to see such passion, Arty was focused.

The boy knew what he was doing and what he was going to do, and K didn't want to distract him. Not now at least. He then watched as Artur began chopping up vegetables, true disgust came out as he winced and squinted, staring at his hands hoping his glare would burn the boy. He was tempted to hiss, until he saw Artur turn and look at him, his face said it all. He sensed K's glare! Or was it because...

"Oh yeah! The seasoning. My bad." K jumped up a bit excitedly, looking around and flinging open the pantries above the sink. He didn't remember exactly what Artur had said, and didn't really care much, he just knew the man needed spices. He reached up, standing on his toes, and slid out a huge black five by five spice rack. Filled with vials of seasonings that were organized, K was exactly confused about what he looking at, didn't know where to set it. "Uh... So what exact do you need? I don't really know what spice looks like...". A nervous chuckle flew out, as he held up the spice rack, it wasn't so heavy. He would hold it up for as long as needed, then would put it up once done. After all he was here to help. Of course, he would watch over Arty's shoulder, this proved to be interesting.

Cooking was one thing... Cooking with passion was an art in itself though.

[Artur]

Artur made sure to open the bottle of oil and get a whiff of its aroma, just as he had hoped for. That olive-ish flavor he had asked seemed to be potently in this bottle as it waited for the bear to put it to use. He poured some of the oil inside the bowl until it had been halfway full, the mix he remembered Lou Chou (as Artur loved to call him) made the day he first learned how to cook fried chicken on his own. Of course a little bit of improvision had to be done, considering it was just chicken breast the last time and not the whole damned creature. Kise had held a five by five rack decorated with phials of herbs and spices all galore before the bear, his brown eyes grew big with passionate love at the selection before him. Unfortunately the phials didn't necessarily point out what were in them, but then again that would've been pointless anyhow as Artur could not read. So he did the next best thing, and that was individually select a vial and examined the contents. After about four trials of sniffing and not knowing what the heck they were just yet, he found the two of the major four he had been looking for; Parsley and Sage. As he took the two and held onto them in his left hand, he pointed and filed through the rest with his right like a wizard. He eyed the vials all closely looking for the chance of Basil Leaves and Thyme, which luckily he found the Basil on the bottom right all shredded. Artur made sure to sniff for that aromatic flavor it gave off, sure enough mild with a bit of sweet to the touch. It was Basil all right; and convinced Kise would like to put the rack back now, Artur went back to work with a devilish grin on his face. Thyme would've been good, but who cares about one little missing herb when the rest would be enough to give that pungent punch! Before he did though he grabbed a vial of salt and a vial of pepper as well, two very important things to give better flavor.

Artur took the vials individually and poured half of the grounded parsley flakes into the bowl with the oil, a pinch of both the sage and basil went in along for the mixture. He then took a random spoon decent enough in size, and stired the mixture just a bit to even out the seasoning. He wasn't sure if he felt Kise's gaze or not as he continued living in his little slice of heaven, but Artur didn't pay any mind to it as he went back to the cutting board, he picked it up and with one cautious sweep with the blunt edge of the knife the veggies went into the mixing bowl. Now he placed the chicken back onto the board, and took the knife he used for it earlier, and began to steadily saw through the meat as he cut off the breast. He made sure to remove any fragments of bone he had accidently caught, then went into cutting more meat off the clammy deadweight before him. "You served a better purpose even in death little chicken, and that's becoming the food for the bellies that you fill today!" He mused with a chuckle as he went into deeper detail within his cuts, some of the fat still clung to the meat as he used the tip of his knife to carve it away from the bones. This dedication took him five chimes in all, but when all the salvagable meat had been obtained the remains just went into the bucket. There was a cheery enthusiasm in the bears movements as he went into slicing the chicken meat into strips. Then with each steady flick with the front edge of the knife, he diced those strips into bitd just as he did many times before when working in the Rose.

"Now for the fun part." He took the cutting board and repeated the same sweep as with the veggies ibto the mixing bowl, and looked to Kise once more as he used his hand to turn the contents over repeatedly until they had all soaked. He held his hand over the bowl to let the owl drip as he grabbed a nearby rag, then wiped his hand off to maintain a hold of the bowl as he picked it up. With the spatula in his free hand he used the corner to scoop the contents into the frying pan, the bowl slowly titled over until everything had been safely trasnfered into its new "temporary" home. Finally Artur picked up the frying pan and slid it onto the hearth where it would begin its last process. He made sure to check the fires heat to make sure it would cook properly. "Not enough to get it done." His enthusastic smile drooped for a moment as he looked to the right, then it returned to its original expression as he saw wood laying down. Artur picked up only just one decent skinny log, and shoved it into the hearth as it cracked and burned. There was a glint in his eyes as he looked at the flame, a inner animal that reveled in the fun of cooking present. Artur straightened up to see the oil around the chicken began to bubble a bit, the heat now took its hold as the chicken and veggies began to cook before them. In a couple of chimes the pops and loose oil that flew from it happened like the bear expected, and he made sure to prep a rag for the pan on the counter when the time came. He tended to the chicken when he had set the rag, and used the spatula to move and turn chicken here and there while flinching a bit when a popped grease burned his hand. A process he had grown accustomed to, and even though it was painful he put up with it until the chicken turned into a bright white color with a golden hue. That was when the chicken had been done, and Artur quickly removed the frying pan with a rag at the handle and two hands to grip it for safety. He transfered the pan from the hearth to the rag on the counter successfully and fanned his hands in the air as they grew hot quickly.

"Okay! Now we just need plates and forks and we're good to go!" He looked to Kise waiting for the squire to get what they needed, after all he knew this place better since he had been here before. There was definitely enough for the two of them, in fact Artur held in accountance of three people because the woman Mia so he made enough for four people. "Always prepare an extra serving for a guest who may be unexpected. Leftovers are good too." He remembered with a proud grin, as he watched Kise get the plates and forks. "There's enough for your friend plus one more, so if you want another plate after everyone gets their share then there should be some." He assured the squire with a nod, as he basked in the glory of another well made dish.

"Artur's Words" or "thoughts.", "Other's words"

[Kisetukai]

 

K watched intently as Artur worked the herbs, he placed them into a bowl and added oil, finally grabbing a spoon and mixing. K's face showed that he was interested, for he never had learned how to cook, but wanted to. He always had an affinity for food, so preparing it had to come up eventually, now he had a chance. He watched Artur with passion, looking over his shoulder and using his height to his full advantage, observing as the different herbs absorbed in the oil. It was slick, messy looking, and made him happy he wasn't touching it himself. He found himself still holding the rack, smiling a bit, not wanting to laugh in fear of throwing the young kid out of his game. He raised up and slid the rack back where it belonged, up in the pantry, making sure to be quiet. He turned and looked at Mia, who was apparently trying to sleep, although he doubted she was. Last time K had a friend over... He wasn't the most respectful person, and was very loud. Funny thing was it was another woman.

As he finally lowered himself, his head naturally turned as he heard Artur, an eyebrow arching involuntarily. He smiled a bit as he saw the kid talking, he was more than passionate, he was crazy for cooking. Seeing him talk to the chicken, he moved back from the counter, shaking his head and snickering. He didn't notice it, but he was actually chuckling because of this kid, perhaps he wasn't so bad. He moved away, seeing Artur begin cutting at the chicken, tenderly taking meat away from it. He seemed to enjoy this, and by the level of skill he was showing, K was a bit excited. He couldn't lie. He was close to salivating, if only if only. When Arty looked at him, saying it was time for the fun part, K got butterflies. Looking at him with vigor, he had to do something, he had to check something first. "Ok cool! I'm gonna go check on Mia, I'll be right back." He ran excited to Mia's bed, sliding on the ground a bit, he was a giddy boy for now. Kneeling down by the left side of the bed, the side where she laid, he tried to be gentle with her. After all, she was a light sleeper, and hated to be woke. "Mia... Uh, we are almost done... You still up?" He stared at her for a while, her eyes covered by her face, she seemed to be sleep.

"Hell yeah!" K said happily as he jumped up, sliding back to Artur, his expression back to party mode. "We are good to go bro!" When he made it to Artur, the boy was shoving a piece of wood into the hearth, seemed he moved fast. Somehow getting all of the stuff he prepped into that pan, amazing. He stood with his hands on his waist, his white gloves gripping his clothing, it was growing hot. "That's awesome..." He said as he watched Artur manipulate the chicken, he could see the grease popping like flickering flame sparks, but the boy seem unaffected. Skill was present once again. After a moment of time, the chicken had changed color, and Arty was moving once again. Moving the pan up to the counter, gracing the handle with a rag, he placed it down gently. The smell ranged through the room, it was combatting the perfume, an interesting combination. Soon the chicken won the smell domination, knocking away Mia's perfumes and sending K into bliss. He returned to reality to see Arty wiggling his hands, even though he used a rag, it seemed hot.

"Okay! Now we just need plates and forks and we're good to go!"

K's head snapped from the pan, he was severely interested in what was inside of it, but he would have to wait just a bit longer. He jumped back in reality, stumbling a bit as he closed his mouth, the plates were close. He slid over to the right of Artur, standing on his toes once more as he leaned over the counter, stretching his body out. Opening the pantries, he reached up, until grasping some plates. He came down with for, these plates were elegant and not like most. Four square plates, raised edges to keep the food in, sky blue and delicate. They had an effect on the eater. Finally, he brought the plates down on the counter, all stacked up neatly. The plates were small and dainty, about seven inches from end to end. K smiled as he heard Artur talk, this food was hyped up, and he had made extras. If it proved to be what it was said to be... Well it would be something. He opened the drawer with ease, staring down at fancy silverware, all gleaming back at him in the dim room. He pulled out two forks, putting them down besides the plates, he was ready. His gloves were doing their job, holding back his excitement as he watched the food.

"Oh yes, it looks lovely Arty, but I think I got something that could make this even better!" He stumbled a bit out of excitement, making his way over to the ice chest for the final move, he opened it up slowly. The cold frosty mist rising out to greet him, his hand quickly found it's way sliding in, the ice chilling his bone, negating the use of his gloves. He grasped a long neck of a bottle, exactly what he was looking for, exactly! He pulled up a bottle of fine wine, of course he didn't drink, but the occasion was momentous! He skipped back to Artur, a bit surprised himself that he was having so much fun, but he wasn't gonna kill his own vibe if Arty didn't. He made it back to the pantry, reaching besides the stored plates and pulling down two blue wooden cups, obviously painted. He pulled them down onto the counter, also placing the wine on the counter. He stuck a fork in the cork, as deep as it would go, until he could push it no longer. Her twisted and turned, working his wrist until he finally popped it off, a loud noise greeting him as steam rose up like with the ice chest. He poured it into both cups, filling them at about three fourths full. He picked up the cups and wine, holding both the wine and a cup in his right, Artur's in his left. He walked over a bit, until slowly descending to the floor, placing everything down. Sitting he assumed position with his legs cross, after all he was eating with an animal right? "Hey Arty... Just bring mines to me. Please." He would soon take a bit of time to stare at the food, and enjoy it's sight.

[Artur]

Artur placed the plates and forks on the counter next to the pan as Kise mentioned something that would make this meal better, and when the squire went to the ice box one more time Artur took the initiative to load their plates with chicken and veggies. Kise would have lesser vegetables and more chicken since he seemed to dislike them so much. Artur honestly didn't mind vegetables from time to time, although he preferred more meat than anything. Their trays were piled with the chicken of course, enough for one more pile left in the pan for whichever would return. There was a pop that echoed in the room that caught the bear by surprise, but when the bear finally finished evening out the chicken across the inside of the tray Kise called for him to bring his over. Eagerly he brought both trays over to where the squire sat and placed both trays before Kise. Whichever he didn't grab Artie would grab the other, after he plomped down on his bum with a grunt.

He rubbed his hands together in a hungrily enthusiastic manner as he stared longingly at his food, a surprise cup with a drink the color of a dark red with bubbles. "Oh thank you!" He cheered as he took the cup and drank from it, he had been rather parched after being in the heat of the hearth. So instead of smelling its pungent flavor he got a very strong first taste, which strangely came as a pleasant surprise for the Kelvic after a few gulps. "All right, now let's get to eating!" He cheered once more as he grabbed his fork. He plunged it into the steamy chicken as the oil that had seeped into it seem to ooze out in an appetizing manner, which then led to him taking a bite of the chicken as the mild flavor seem to mellow out the bear. Or maybe it was the drink he guzzled down, he didn't know for sure really. He just wanted to scarf down all the food on his plate, which was hard not to do since he had another present before him.

"Artur's Words" or "thoughts.", "Other's words"

[Kisetukai]

K's excitement went stagnant, and rose again once Artur came down to him, literally down. It was apparent why he called himself a bear, he was just as lazy an hungry as one, not because of his physical strength. It was all coming together now, exactly who this boy was, and what type he was exactly. He seemed like a nice boy in the long run. Yes he had flaws, a many flaws that K would be happy to point out, without any hesitation. Between his fashion sense, lame comebacks, grooming abilities, and overall bodily form... He wasn't something K would ever be seen with normally. But food, there was something about it, that just sucked K in. Anybody with food, whether ugly or not, they were still acceptable. As long as the food was good, then they would have his attention, for it was one of his many weaknesses.

[indent][left]Arty came down just as you would expect a bear to, with a groan and right on his tush, it was priceless. He definitely proved to be of a lazy caliber, probably why he thought of himself as a bear, not for fighting. It was all coming together now, and to be honest, he wasn't such a bad kid. Sure he was a fashion failure, his comebacks and jokes were a bit... Off. But he showed potential, he showed room for improvement, he showed the making of a ... Prodigy. K smiled as he took his plate, it had been long awaited, and he finally had it. He almost instantly got thrown into a trance by the smell, it was divine, it was magnificent. "Oh! Here..." K said as he snapped back to reality, giving the boy his cup, the bottle still steaming from the icy temperatures.

"All right, now let's get to eating!"

Pure words never sounded so golden to K, he quickly and mentally blessed the food, after praying to Sylir. For some reason he was beginning to thank the dead god for every thing, for food, shelter, clothing, water, friends, armor, weapons, and more. This was no different, he thanked Sylir they had a place to eat and a roof over their head. After finishing his mental prayer and thanks, K's head dropped, his scarf was warmed by the steamy plate below. He gulped, bringing his cup to his lips for a quick sip, quickly putting it back down. He stared into the plate, the chicken was cooked to... Well he had to find out. He grabbed his fork, his right hand trembling and shaking the metal, it seemed Arty had already started eating. Either the boy had confidence, he didn't care what K thought, or he was just fat.

 His heartbeat created a drum solo, as his fork descended slowly, sweat starting to form on his forehead. As his silverware pierced the meat, oil splendidly oozed out, it looked scrumptious. K tilted his fork, bringing it up to his face, the meat dripping just a bit. He let his tongue poke it first, until he shoved it inside and closed his eyes. Instantly, a flavor explosion was let loose. His lips unable to resist, he opened his eyes with a goofy smile, unable to change it. Scared that Artur would notice, he brought his left hand up to face, and began swiping at his mustache. His cover up failed, he couldn't stop smiling, finally he punched himself in the ribs. His smile faded quickly, but popped back up as a smug grin in the corner of his lips.

K turned on his side, and then laid on his back, placing the plate up on his chest. His head was facing Arty's right knee, as he barbarically stabbed into the meat with no finesse, and plunged it into his mouth. There was no chewing for him, for in all reality K was the fattest and most greedy person in town, he just had a body that didn't show it. He looked at Arty with his grin, as he watched the boy eat. Deciding to break the silence. "So uh... Hey Arty, where did you learn how to cook again? I remember you saying something all vada or something like that. But I'd love to hear about it..." K's whole attitude had flipped, he was a happy camper once he had food, more like a kid in a candy store. "A town that changes huh... Like actually changes or do they, just move stuff around? How the hell is that possible?"

He knew nothing of Ionu.

[Artur]

Even though he tried his best to eat well mannered the bear just couldn't keep himself from scarfing down the food, each bite of the savory chicken filled his mouth with a luxurious flavor that only the only oil and seasoning he used could provide. He couldn't help but simply "mm" at eat bite as he rolled his eyes, his taste buds in high heaven as the tender chicken secreted its juicy flavor. Kise had laid on his back and just kept eating his food that way, which caused Artur to raise one eyebrow with intrigue as he continued to chew. How the squire could eat while laying down was a mystery to the bear, but he cared little as to why Kise did it anyway. The two were eating now, and it was perfectly fine to enjoy their meal however they pleased. Kise then broke the silence between them with the with curiosity about Alvadas, his mood somehow a bit better after eating some of his chicken. It seems like Artur did his job better than expected, if it could make one humans assy attitude better within the bell. "Alvadas is what they called the city, and it's where I started to learn cooking." He mused witb a little technicality in his voice, and then he dug in for more bites to chew and swallow before he continued.

"My momma started me with cooking 'til I lost her, so I went to Alvadas when winter hit and hibernated there. Next thing I knew spring hit and I was starving for food, so I wound up getting a job and learned how to make some recipes there." He explained as he looked back in his cup, the red wine was sadly empty except for the bottle of course. Artur leaned over and reached for the bottle to pour him some more, a grunt as he finally grasped the freezing cold bottle. After he poured him a full cup he put the cork back in and sat it between him and Kise, and guzzled the delicious red drink down to half a cup as if it were an elixir. "That is a tasty drink whatever that is." He nodded to Kise with a warm grin, the bubbly feeling in his tummy grew as his mind became fuzzy. He wasn't aware that red wine had alcohol in it, why just yesterday he had tried his own first alcoholic beverage at the Rearing Stallion. Odd as the drink was he kind of liked it, although his react at the first drink was priceless. "Anyways the city has this weird phenomenon with illusions or so they call it, the streets will randomnly change on you like a magic trick or something. I hated it at first because how lost I would get, but now that I think about it I had better luck finding things when they moved. I haven't a clue where everything is in Syliras, or how you humans can live huddled in space like this." He admitted as he went in for more food. He didn't think about him saying human would be a give away to him not being human. Then again he hardly was able to think at all now, his mind so bubbly and warm from the effects of alcohol.

"Honestly the place smells weird quite a bit, and I honestly have no clue what this social thing you all do is. I don't even get what sex is, but from what I gather its just some social interaction you humans do when you feel the need." He mused once more as he was totally ignorant of his ramble, his plate of chicken almost gone. He would look to Kise with curious eyes now, and if the squire looked he could see, that deep in his brown eyes the bear had obviously become drunk. A hic heard as he lowered his plate and swayed a bit, relaxation and ease filled the bubbly carefree void in his mind as his tummy felt satisfied.

"Artur's Words" or "thoughts.", "Other's words"

[Kisetukai]

K stabbed at the plate, as the young kid began his words, plunging more oily chicken into his mouth. Of course he knew that this would later not be so healthy, but he truly didn't care, he was just happy it tasted so good. Alva-daz huh... That's a weird name for a city, but he chose not trying to even begin to think about it, not too much at least. After all it was weird, a very weird name for a city, and it wasn't too important. Although that ever-so-changing thing he mentioned earlier, that was pretty crazy, but what did it mean exactly? Only time would suffice to answer his questions he supposed, only time and patience, something he didn't have. K then watched as the boy uttered and spat out complete crap, which was actual crap to him, and he had heard lots of crap in his day. Apparently he lost his mother, which K actually felt a tad sorry for the boy, it made sense.

Why he was so helpless, dressed horribly, poor looking and lame. Yes, K had no shame because he knew it was the truth. He knew this boy wasn't satisfactory, but apparently the boy himself didn't care, it seemed he was just enjoying life. And although K had a lot of comments, the food was too good for him to be a dick, he just couldn't. "Yeah... Because your a bear, huh..." K said in a small sarcastic mumble, he was frankly getting a bit tired of the bear references, they were just tacky. Arty really thought he was a bear, ok, cute. K decided to just let the boy play, if he wanted to act like an animal, that was ok. K observed also his drinking, going quickly back in for seconds, he treated the wine like alcohol. "Hmm..." He hummed quietly as the boy explained his approval, apparently he was knew to alcohol, although that wasn't the case at first glance. Easily seeing him elicit a few hiccups, K arched a right eyebrow barely, observing even further. His predictions and observations were correct, the boy was even newer to drinking than he, and he was a crazy newbie.

K absolutely hated alcohol, and that was even further proven by his full cup, he hated anything alcoholic. But it was all Mia had to drink, seeing as she was a former courtesan almost... Anything was possible. Perhaps courtesan was too much, and escort was a better term, for lack of vocabulary sakes. She was a seductress, raised to be like all the girls in her family, seductresses. To go out into the world, find a good wealthy man, and leech. Leech for dear life, and in cases like that, a bit of help was needed for persuasion. Drugs, liquids, lotions, items, ect. Bottom line was that Mia's house was no place for kids, hell anyone for that matter, and one wrong step and you could be touching or seeing something you never wanted to. K snapped back to reality as the boy spoke again, his head shaking and eyes sparking, he was awake.

After another bit of dialogue, he was once again angered a bit, not to angry but a bit annoyed. He had to put a stop to it, he had to at least find out, because it was beginning to concern him. "Ok, ugh, I see... Your a lil' drunk." K put down the plate, and managed a lazily roll, his stomach hurting from eating so much. He kneeled down, resting on his left shin, his chin resting on his right knee. The plate sitting right besides him, he was excited to dive back into that chicken, but his curiosity came fire. His fingertips caressing his right shin, he arched his left eyebrow, and smiled a bit trying to hold back laughter. "So Arty... You really think your a bear huh? Like a bear trapped in a humans body? Or do you really just wanna be a bear?" He chuckled a bit, grabbing a bit of chicken with his fingertips, left thumb, middle, and index tips. Slowly bringing it to his mouth, he talked with his mouth full of flavor, chuckling the whole time. "You wanna be some animal? Some dirty animal? But why?"

After smacking and chewing loudly, his lips shiny with oil, he kept his attention on the boy. "Tell me about that... And I'll tell you all about sex. Hell, if you want, I'll let you try it on Mia. Whaddya' say?" A hearty laugh bellowing out, he was interested to say the least.

This was what mattered the most... Dinner talk. Dinner talk and entertainment soon.