Closed [The Rearing Stallion] Breakfast of Champions (Garland)

[Orin Fenix]

Orin Fenix Food Equals Love Mid-Morning 34th of Winter, 514 Orin slipped in through the backdoor, the kitchen entrance, of The Rearing Stallion with a distinct sense of relief. It was chilly outside and Orin’s face, most especially his ears, were almost numb. The kitchen was always hot from the various hearth fires, stove and oven, so it was incredibly pleasant coming in from the cold. Orin hoped Garland would appreciate it. Stamping the snow off his boots, Orin smiled as he looked around. This place felt like a home away from home for him. Complete with annoying and kind fake family members of course. Luckily, Rondo was out and Remi was in. Orin grinned as he saw the matronly woman. ”Good morning Remi! Hope you don’t mind but I brought a friend along for breakfast.” Remi was kindly and insisted Orin take second portions when he was eating. However, she ruled her kitchen with an iron fist, not allowing any shenanigans. This caused endless friction with Rondo. While they both wanted an orderly and efficient kitchen, Rondo wanted everything to be perfect while Remi just wanted everyone to do their best. And since Rondo chafed under anyone’s authority and Remi made it very clear she was in charge and would brook no disagreements, it led to some friction and some very uncomfortable moments. Since Remi had hired him without Rondo’s permission, Orin was almost fanatically loyal to her, especially since Rondo made his disapproval of Orin quite clear. And Orin simply disliked the older man, since he was prone to histrionics and made scenes. All of this was nothing Garland needed to know, since Remi alone had a tendency to like bringing in strays, as she called them. She merely nodded in greeting, busy preparing pastries in case anyone came in for breakfast. It wasn’t common, but it also wasn’t uncommon, and in Orin’s mind it was best to be prepared for any eventuality. Usually whatever Remi made would keep until lunch or dinner anyway and made a nice variation on their regular evening fair. Unwrapping his cloak and hanging it by a peg on the door, Orin walked into the kitchen proper. He dodged around the central stove and table, and walked to the corner that he had unofficially claimed. ”Hey, watch your head!” The ceiling wasn’t low, but there were pots, pans and dried herbs hanging from it to conserve floor space. His space was opposite the wall with the bench and table that staff ate at, framed by two doors into the main part of the tavern. Orin’s domain had a small table and a stool, as well as some knives. His apron was draped over the stool and he picked it up and tied it behind his back, the dried stains making him feel warm inside even as he still felt like he was thawing. Turning to Garland, he gestured expansively. ”Welcome to my world. It’s a bit slow in the mornings, usually picks up at lunch and at dinner, so I’ve got time to whip us up something. What would you like? I can make something with eggs or something with sausage or just plain porridge if you’d like.” Trying to think of what time it was, Orin scratched his head idly, leaving tufts of hair sticking up. ”We don’t have time to make real bread but if you’re really nice to Remi she might give you some of whatever she’s making.” She chuckled good-naturedly and if Orin was closer he knew from experience she likely would’ve ruffled his hair. Running through a mental inventory of the kitchen supplies, Orin’s eyes widened as an idea struck him. ”Oh! I can make griddlecakes they’re delicious! Have you ever had them before? If not, you have got to try them.”

[Garland]

As they made their way towards the Rearing Stallion, he wondered if Sayana was in here, though he doubted it, she was usually here when there were a lot of people around lunchtime or dinnertime. "You work here, Orin? Hmmm... Oh hello, Remi." He said as he noticed the cook he met a few times when he dined here or when Sayana brings him here occasionally.

He followed Orin inside, smelling what Remi was cooking, some bread, something good, something that had cinnamon? Maybe, he didn't know much about spices, but he knows that whatever Remi was making, it was going to be good.

He looked around, not exactly paying attention to where he was walking. He didn't like to admit it, but he was short, he was probably one of the shortest men in Syliras, being only 5'6'', he's actually the shortest boy in the squirehood, though even his short stature did not save him from getting a pan to the face. With a loud clang, he hit his face and stumbled back.

”Hey, watch your head!”

"Thanks for the warning." He said and rubbed his nose. He followed Orin to his little workstation, he sat down on the stool and smiled. "You seem to know what you're doing, it would be great if I could learn how to cook from you. The last time I cooked for myself... Ummm... Let's just say, I don't think that chamber pot will ever smell the same again... Okay... That was inappropriate. I'm shutting up now."

”Welcome to my world. It’s a bit slow in the mornings, usually picks up at lunch and at dinner, so I’ve got time to whip us up something. What would you like? I can make something with eggs or something with sausage or just plain porridge if you’d like.”

"Hmmm..." Garland thought about his choices, he doesn't actually know any good recipes, maybe something quick, something cheap, something filling...

”Oh! I can make griddlecakes they’re delicious! Have you ever had them before? If not, you have got to try them.”

"Griddlecakes? Really? They sound fancy, obviously I haven't tried it though, we should totally get some, are you going to make it? Do you need help? Though if you do, I warn you, my only experience with cooking involves putting everything into a pot and added milk and call it soup." He said honestly and placed his arms on the table.

[Orin Fenix]

Orin Fenix Food Equals Love Orin whirled around at the sound of metal hitting flesh. It looked like his warning was just a second too late. Garland had walked headfirst into one of the hanging pans. Orin watched it swing back and forth with one eye, hoping it wouldn’t fall off the rack. However he was mostly focused on Garland. The pan shouldn’t have caused any major injuries but you couldn’t be too careful. ”I’m sorry! I shouldn’t told you sooner, but I completely forgot because I’ve gotten so used to objects hanging from the ceiling that it took me a moment to remember the dangers.” Realizing he hadn’t actually checked on the squire’s status, Orin continued with a hasty, ”You’re alright, right?” The squire seemed unharmed, although he was rubbing his nose. ”Oh! Teach you? I mean, I guess it’s only fair since you were so kind as to help me with my dagger, but I don’t think I’m really cut out to be a teacher.” Orin gulped. ”I mean, I’m not very good at this myself yet, but I guess I could try.” With a wry glance at Remi, Orin continued with an attempt at a joke. ”Maybe I could pass off my many mistakes as yours then.” Remi chuckled, knowing full well that Orin still made many errors. However, she had assured him that everyone messed up when they were just starting off. And she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she tended to just shake her head an hand him a cloth, a bucket, a broom, or whatever he needed to clean up after himself. Listening to Garland’s description of his ill-fated experiment with the soup, Orin’s mouthed dropped open. ”What were you doing? And why did you put milk in soup in the first place! Wait, no, don’t tell me, I don’t think I want to know the answer.” Shaking his head, Orin grinned at the squire. Orin had his own share of disastrous results in the kitchen, but he didn’t think he needed to bring those up at this particular moment. Orin’s excitement grew as Garland mentioned he’d never tasted griddlecakes before. ”Then let’s make griddlecakes! They’re not difficult or fancy, but usually we don’t have time or interest. Most people who get breakfast here want it to go, not to sit down.” Cracking his knuckles Orin began mentally inventorying what he would need. ”I would love your help but I hope you don’t mind if I keep an eye on you. I don’t think either of us wants a repeat of your soup experience. “ Orin walked to the washbasin. Taking up the soap, he cheerfully said ”First things first, getting clean.” When Orin judged his scrubbing was done and dried his hands, he told Garland, ”Stay there, I’ll be right back.” Walking to the pantry, Orin began taking items off the shelves. It really was a simple recipe, but it was surprisingly tasty all the same. Soon, Orin’s arms were piled full of all the ingredients he would need. It ended up taking multiple trips since he really didn’t want to drop anything. While Remi was lenient, Orin was using these for his personal use, and spills and waste would draw her ire as nothing else. So, while he brought out the wheat flour, the freshly churned butter, the honey pot, the milk, and the bag of salt and the farm fresh eggs, he took extra care to walk slowly and carefully to his destination. Orin also grabbed two bowls and a few spoons. His last item was the pan that Garland had ran into; Orin felt making Garland’s breakfast in it had a certain amount of humor and perhaps poetic justice attached to it. It had abused Garland, and now Garland and Orin would get to abuse it. Not that the pan had feelings, but Orin hoped Garland would appreciate the gesture. Turning to Garland, Orin gestured for him to come closer. ”Watch what I’m about to do very carefully.” With that, Orin cracked one of the eggs he’d brought out around the middle at the rim of one. Placing his thumbs in the crack, Orin pushed inwards slightly then pulled outwards towards the two ends of the egg. The egg split in the middle, with a bit of the fluid inside ending up on the tips of Orin’s fingers. He quickly turned the two halves up towards the ceiling. The yolk was in his left hand and the shell in his right held just the egg white. He dumped the white into a bowl. Next, he carefully overturned the half shell holding the yolk until the yolk had moved to the now empty half. He moved slower than usual to make sure Garland followed his actions. He dumped the now yolkless fluid in his left hand into the bowl. This process went on until there was almost no egg white left with the yolk. Orin dumped the yolk into the other bowl then discarded the shells in the trash bucket under the table. Turning to the squire, Orin smiled. ”Think you can do that with four more eggs? If you can, I’ll move on to making the rest of the batter. Be careful though, it’s easy to crack eggs improperly. Make sure you split in directly in the middle. Don’t pierce the yolk or the egg white will be ruined. Also, try not to get any pieces of shell in the bowls. I can fish them out but I’d rather not.” Orin figured that Garland would be feeling a bit overwhelmed with all the information, and he wanted the squire to be comfortable. While Orin was a bit worried that the squire might mess up, he didn’t let any of that show, knowing his anxiety would infect the squire and probably cause the shorter man to mess up. That’s why Orin had taken out four eggs. If Garland messed up, then they’d have extra eggs to work with. If he didn’t, well, they’d simply make more cakes. Remi would probably eat them, and maybe Rondo would even deign to try them.

[Garland]

Garland watched as Orin expertly took the egg and separated the yolk and the egg white. "Ummm..."

”Think you can do that with four more eggs? If you can, I’ll move on to making the rest of the batter. Be careful though, it’s easy to crack eggs improperly. Make sure you split in directly in the middle. Don’t pierce the yolk or the egg white will be ruined. Also, try not to get any pieces of shell in the bowls. I can fish them out but I’d rather not.”

At first he was slightly nervous, but his natural bravado won over his situational shyness. "I got this, it seems simple enough, I just gotta crack the eggs and slowly pour the whites into the bowl, simple!" He said and took the egg. He had learned how to fry an egg before, he had been living alone for most of the summer last year, and needed to learn how to cook for himself, he can fry a good number of things though he has no idea how to cook anything other than frying it.

He never liked how people used the edges of the pan or bowl to crack the egg, sometimes the egg shells would fall in or the egg would break entirely... or if you're really incompetent like Garland, you would risk spilling the contents of the bowl into the floor or table. Instead he took a spoon and used that to crack the egg.

Everything was going quite well. Garland took the lower half of the egg and turned it right-side up. He slowly drained the whites out of the egg, though he didn't empty all the egg white into the bowl, because honestly, he was worried that if he tipped the egg even more, the yolk would follow the egg whites. "Good enough I think..." He placed the yolk in a separate bowl and threw the shells into the trash bin.

Good enough was the start of Garland messing up, somewhere in the universe, the cosmic gods of everything are planning Garland's eventual petch up, but back in Mizahar, Garland was just getting to his second egg.

He did the same thing as before, crack the egg with the spoon, slowly remove the egg whites, then place the yolk of the egg into another bowl and discarded the shells. He was quite happy with this task, simple, nothing too complicated and relaxing.

Without realizing it, he had placed the egg whites into the yolk bowl and the yolk into the egg whites bowl. He had mixed up the eggs. He didn't realize it at first, it took him quite a while to notice what was wrong. "Oh shyke..." He muttered and used the spoon to try and scoop out the yolk. "Easy.... Eassyyyy..." He said and carefully carried the yolk to the other bowl. "Now... How do I get the whites out of here?" He said to himself, he wasn't going to risk accidentally dumping the yolks into the egg whites for a few drops of the misplaced egg white.

"Ummm... Orin... Is it okay if some egg whites got into the yolk bowl?" He said and gave a slightly sheepish smile. "Whoops? Hehe..."

[Orin Fenix]

Orin Fenix Food Equals Love Garland seemed to be managing the eggs just fine. Orin made a note to try out the trick with a spoon at some point. It seemed to be superior to just cracking the egg on a bowl. Orin felt confident enough in Garland’s progress that Orin could get started on the rest of the ingredients. Realizing he was going to need a third bowl, Orin went back to the shelves to grab one. Placing it on the table, he turned to the flour and dumped a good portion in. He probably should’ve measured but it was too late now. If there was too much flour it would ruin the recipe, but Orin eyed it and decided that assuming that Garland managed to deal with the eggs the batter would come out alright. Besides, he could always just crack another egg. Taking the salt, Orin threw in two pinches for good measure then carefully tied the bag off. He was experimenting a bit from the basic recipe, based on what he had learned from working with Rondo and Remi, and hoped it would turn out all right. Otherwise, Orin would probably be forced to eat the whole thing as a life lesson, as Rondo liked to call them. The contrary man felt that eating a bad dish meant a person would remember the mistakes made while cooking it. Orin hadn’t told him the flaws in his logic, that one needed to know the mistakes in the first place. Otherwise it was just cruel, not a learning experience. Stirring the salt and flour together with a spoon, Orin soon had a healthy batter forming. Taking up a knife, he began cutting up the butter, sliding the slivers off with the index finger of his left hand. After the entire stick was deposited in the bowl, Orin began kneading it in with his hands. Soon enough, the mixture began to resemble firm breadcrumbs in his hands, and Orin grinned, glad the recipe was going so well so far. Next, he took the top off the honey pot and took up a clean spoon. Sticking it in, Orin pulled up a healthy glob of honey and dumped it in the bowl. A small trail of honey stubbornly refused to separate from the pot until Orin vigorously shook it and it broke. Seeing the small amount of honey compared to the flour, Orin decided to add two more spoonfuls, and then when that still looked like too little, he added just a dab more. If it turned out too sweet, that was fine with Orin. It was much preferable to the alternative. He recapped the pot, and put it aside. Taking up his original mixing spoon he beat the now incredibly thick mixture until the honey looked mostly mixed in to him. Pouring just a bit of milk in, Orin stirred it. It was too stiff, so Orin topped it off with more milk. It moved a bit more smoothly and Orin was satisfied. Of course, Orin was so busy that he totally forgot to keep track of what Garland was doing. So, when the squire asked him a question about the yolks and the egg whites Orin was completely startled. Walking over, Orin rubbed his flour and batter stained hands on his apron, creating yet another stain. Since it was already decorated with various sauces and juices, Orin wasn’t too worried about its appearance. Looking down at the bowls. ”Some teacher I am! I completely lost track of what you were doing, I’m sorry. But yes, it’s fine, as long as there’s no yolk in the egg white bowl.” Everything looked good, without even a sign of shell. The spoon trick definitely was worth trying. ”So, here’s what I need you to do. Take those yolks and put them in with the rest of the batter and mix it up really good. Sound like something you can do? I’m just going to whip these egg whites a bit. If you have any questions let me know.” With that Orin picked up the spoon with some honey on it, figured that bit of honey wouldn’t harm the egg whites at all.

[Garland]

”So, here’s what I need you to do. Take those yolks and put them in with the rest of the batter and mix it up really good. Sound like something you can do? I’m just going to whip these egg whites a bit. If you have any questions let me know.”

Garland was glad that he didn't mess up too badly, though the cosmic gods of misfortune that had targeted Garland were far from done. Garland took the spoon and went over the bowl of egg yolks and carried them over to the batter. He poured the yolks into the batter and placed the spoon into it. "Right, don't worry, I got this. I can stir a spoon, I mean, cooking in itself is hard, but I think I can stir a spoon easily enough."

He took the spoon and started to stir slowly at first, the yolk was starting to mix with the batter and started turning the batter into an even yellower shade of yellow. "This is easy!" He said with a triumphant smile, and started stirring a bit more wildly, spilling some of the contents on the floor.

Garland took the spoon up and saw the sticky batter follow the spoon. He was fascinated with how the this sticky thing can turn into hard stuff like bread and pastries. He placed it back into the bowl and started stirring again, he noticed that the floor had a few splotches of batter on it. "Oh dang..." He stirred the batter a bit slower than before.

He looked at Orin. "Hey, these cakes thing, do they have frosting or something? I think it's a bit too early for something too sweet, don't ya think?" He placed the bowl on the table and saw that it looked creamy and soft, it looked ready for cooking. "Hey, Orin. Have you always been a cook? Where did you learn? I learned alone, I bought a few eggs and cracked it on the frying pan, I got the shells stuck in the pan, and the egg stuck to the pan. It took me a whole day to get that rid of that stuff. Also, I burned water or I accidentally put something in there that turned it black."

He remembered fondly when he burned one of his clothes accidentally, along with some noddles. "Oh those were the days, I have burned plenty of the things in my day, even a part of my apartment... Did I mention I only stayed in said apartment for a season?"

[Orin Fenix]

Orin Fenix Food Equals Love Orin chuckled at Garland’s enthusiastic stirring. ”You’ve certainly got the hang of that. Nicely done.” A bit of batter spilled out on the floor and Orin grinned. ”Maybe you could use just a touch less force though. It’s already dead, no need to beat it too!” He laughed again to let the squire know he was joking. ”Don’t worry about the mess, it happens all the time. We have to scrub the floors daily or else you wouldn’t believe the accumulated muck we’d have here. So as long as you don’t upend the whole bowl’s worth of batter or break something we’ll be fine.” Taking up the bowl of egg whites, Orin began whipping them with a vengeance. The repetitive motion was soothing and Orin, who was already feeling strangely comfortable with Garland, relaxed even further. In fact, he began to dare hoping that maybe he and Garland could be friends. He didn’t want to push it though, so he kept his motion shut, letting the two of them fall into a companionable silence for the time being. ”No, no frosting or anything like that. It’s pretty simple really. I added a bit more honey than I usually do so they might come out sweeter than expected. But it really shouldn’t be too sweet, I hope. I’m still figuring this stuff out really, so sorry if I subject you to some subpar dishes for a while.” Orin smiled, and continued whipping his whites. Soon, peaks began to form and Orin judged them done. He set the bowl down. He did it not a moment too soon, since Garland’s next question was incredibly personal and hit a bit of a sore spot. Orin stiffened up, His expression guarded, Orin turned to the squire. He didn’t like talking about his past or his upbringing. But he guessed it was what normal people did. Sharing information about themselves to bring them together and create stronger ties. Orin just had no experience with it personally. He’d be alone almost all his life so he had no idea how typical interactions worked. Garland was probably just being polite and the squire had stuck with Orin so far. Orin had to trust that the shorter man had no ulterior motives. Garland hadn’t been any of the people who had harmed Orin, intentionally or unintentionally. So Orin probably had to give him some type of answer. Faking a cheerful mien, Orin finally replied. ”It just kind of happened I suppose. I ended up in the kitchen a lot when I was younger and it just was a natural progression.” That was nothing but the trust, although there was more to the story than that. Orin didn’t want to expose his secrets quite yet. Orin’s good mood returned when Garland began recounting his previous forays into cooking. ”How did you burn part of your apartment? Never mind, don’t tell me. I don’t think I want to know! Well, stick with me I think I can keep you from making any mistakes quite that bad. Although, if it makes you feel better, I’ve set fire to more than a few dishes in my time.” Moving along the table, Orin brought his egg whites with him. Nodding to the pan, he gave Garland further instructions. ”Can you grease that up for me? Take some butter and spread it over the whole surface. Helps make the batter not stick to the pan. Once that’s done, check the stove to see if there’s wood in it ok? I appreciate all your help!” Orin dumped the egg whites carefully into the bowl holding the rest of the mixed ingredients. Taking up the spoon Garland had been using, Orin turned it sideways. He would have to fold the lighter whites into the heavier batter. Cutting across the bowl, Orin scooped the heavier batter up and folded it over the top, sealing the egg whites in. Spinning the bowl a quarter turn, Orin repeated the motion. This went on until every hint of the whites was gone. Picking up the now complete mix, Orin walked over to the stove. All that was left was throwing them on the pan and letting them cook.

[Garland]

Garland looked at Orin, his fake smile would fool a few people, but not him, his mouth was just a bit too... grinny and his eyes betrayed that there was something he was not telling him.

But he wasn't here to probe Orin for his past, he can do that some other time, he was here for food and maybe a bit of cooking tips from the rookie master chef himself. The slop in the cafeteria was all well and good and keeps the knights-in-training fed and alive, though they would rather find food outside instead of food they serve sometimes.

There was a hearth inside the dorm rooms and he might fashion a soup that wouldn't kill his stomach this time. He grabbed the stick of butter and rubbed it on the pan, covering the pan in slippery butter made sure it was covered in nice thick butter.

"Done!" He and placed the pan on the table next to where Orin was working then he went over to the stove and checked that it had wood, it could use some more. He went grabbed some firewood and threw it into the stove. He took some tinder and a flint and steel, and tried to start a spark.

After a little while, he had got a fire started. "Haha! I did it!" He yelled triumphantly. As he made his way back to Orin, he noticed a candle on the far table. "H-how did I miss that? Just how..." He shook off the shock from his own stupidity and looked at Orin. "How's the batter coming along? Should we get started?"

He asked and sat down at the table with the candle, he stared at the candle with a slight hint of anger. "Bah! Stupid candle!" With that, Garland leaned back on the table and found himself making the table bend and send the candle on the floor.

Luckily it had landed on the batter and not have set anything on fire. He looked at Orin and gave a small grin. "That's how I manage to burn things that aren't meant to be burned."

[Orin Fenix]

Orin Fenix Food Equals Love The lighting is his corner was poorer than usual. Orin grabbed a candle off one of the hearths, lit it from the hearth fire, and planted it on the table. It’s flickering light helped just enough that the shadows were dispelled. When the hearth fires were all going strong he wouldn’t have a problem, but this would save wood. Soon enough they’d be roaring merrily, a pot of soup on one, a kettle of water on another, and mostly likely some kind of roast or spit on the third and final one. Remi and Rondo tried to designate fires for specific tasks to make it easier for the help, like Orin, to find everything. Of course, more often than not they disagreed on which fire should hold what, so it actually ended up changing fairly constantly. Orin just tried to keep his head down as he sorted it all out. Sometimes it got downright political in the kitchen and more often than not Orin ended up as the scapegoat. Orin watched as Garland greased the pan. He might have been a bit overzealous with the butter, but in Orin’s mind it was better to overdo it. Orin hated cleaning bits of crust from a pan or a pot. It was a necessary evil of the job though. That didn’t mean Orin had to like it. As Garland checked the stove and saw that it needed a bit more firewood, Orin’s hands started itching for something to do. It felt strange being in a kitchen and not doing anything. So Orin started cleaning up the mess the two of them had made. He scrubbed the honey and batter off the two spoons and wiped up the batter from the table. He left the spatter on the floor, figuring it would get mopped up with everything else that ended up there today. Orin began to put all the various ingredients back where they from. Bags were tied off, pots were recapped and everything that needed wrapping was. On one of his trips he saw Garland striking a flint to light the wood. Orin thought it was odd since there were so many fires already going, but maybe the squire just wanted to practice. So, Orin stayed silent. He managed to put everything back in its rightful place just as Garland finished up at the stove. Orin had to grin at the incredulous look on the squire’s face as he saw the candle. ”I put it there. I lit it from the hearth, which is pretty much always lit in here. Since it’s, you know, a kitchen.” Orin laughed outright when Garland somehow knocked the candle to the floor. He picked up the now extinguished candle and set it back on the hearth where it had come from. Taking up the bowl and a clean spoon, Orin went to the stove. ”Now for the fun part!” Taking out a glob of the batter, Orin threw it down on the pan. He used the back of the spoon to spread it out in a rough circle. Sticking his spoon back in the bowl, he put another piece of batter down. This went on until Orin was scraping the sides of the bowl to get the last few pieces. Figuring he was done at that point, Orin set the bowl down to soak, then ran to get two plates, two forks, and two knives. He came back to the scent of frying dough. Setting the plates down for easy access, Orin used the spoon to flip the now solid cakes overs. The former bottom, now top, was nicely browed and Orin’s mouth watered in anticipation. A few chimes later, Orin picked up the pan and set a stack of griddlecakes on both plates. Setting the pan to cool. Orin picked his plate and cutlery up with a smile and moved to the table and bench where the staff ate. ”Dig in!” he called to Garland, pleased with his results, although he had yet to taste it.

[Garland]

Garland couldn't wait to dig in, he was famished! Mostly because he was running late, and along with his little training session with Orin only made him hungrier, he had suppressed his hunger mostly because they were busy training and he had just met the chef.

He sat down and his stomach grumbled louder than it had ever done before, he smiled at Orin. "Haha! I'm pretty hungry right now... Oh my... That smells heavenly!" He licked his lips and looked at Orin as he set the plates and knives.

He looked around and waited patiently for the food to arrive. Though if he had to be honest, he would eat it right off the pan. He was really hungry, like his stomach was eating itself.

He watched as Orin placed the food down on the plates, he wiped off the saliva from the corners from his mouth, he watched as the would pancake like cakes land on his plate. "Oh, they smell good, they look better, I bet they taste EVEN BETTER!" He said and grabbed the fork and stabbed one of the cakes. He then took a knife and cut a large portion of it off.

He raised it to his mouth, making if hover right above his mouth, waiting in anticipation, this was the first time ever he had eaten something he had made(even with someone else's help) that wasn't just fried egg or something that will make his stomach want to eject itself from his body.

He slowly put the piece of cake inside his mouth, and bit down on it. Oh it was heavenly, like a flurry of oddly creamy and fluffy snowflakes falling into his mouth. He looked at Orin, surprised because of the taste, he had never tasted something so good, so sweet, so... perfect!

He smiled at Orin. "THIS IS AMAZING!" He said and started digging into the food. "This is the best thing I ever tasted! You, Orin, are a prodigy!" He said with his mouth full. He was hoping to show some constraint and some some self-control, but with this kind of food, it was hard not to just slam his face down on the plate and eat it like a pig. "So goood~!"