[In theory, Alucard was making dinner. He had gone foraging earlier in the day, and come back with wild aspagarus that had taken root in the forest. Combined with mushrooms that he had purchased from a farmer two days ago, when he was in that tiny village that marks the midpoint between Krimnos an the castle, it was a formidable start to a galette. Then there was the venison that had been hanging in the cool room, and then that would simply be dinner. Enough protein for everyone's constitutions, and a good use of one's natural's surrounding.
In practice, what he was doing was fending off a smart ass wolf who had just stolen a scrap of venison off one of the counters, forcing Alucard to leave the galette dough unattended and there's wings and--]
[ Cooking in practice is often a far sight more challenging than cooking in theory, considering all the thieving mouths that are scurrying around the castle at any given time. Mistral doesn't actually want dough, but when it's in little lumps or slivers it looks appetizing enough to a bird who doesn't know well enough to distinguish it from something she would actually want to eat. She snaps a piece up in her beak and is off in a flash of glossy wings, out of Alucard's reach.
Of course, she drops it on the other side of the kitchen a moment later and squawks a complaint. She'd have been better off with the meat like Ellis, but it was a better plan to divide and conquer, for all the good it did her. Mistral glides down and lands with a flutter on Ellis' shoulder, floofing out her feathers to a hilarious degree to show she's offended at the dough. ]
[There's a wolfy sort of smirk, but Ellis hasn't snapped up all the meat yet. There's a smaller, more delicate portion that's been torn up for her to take advantage of, or there is in theory.]
Both of you! Get out!
[Ah yes. A dhampir running over to try and shoo them while covered in flour.]
[ Mistral swoops down, catching up the shreds of meat in her claws before taking off again with easy grace. That is, of course, when Sypha arrives, her eyes narrowing in bewilderment at the scene before her. ]
[Alucard looks up, utterly flustered and aware that he looks an actual mess. And that his wolf has some venison bits stuck to her fur. And that the bird is...somewhere.
[ She first bites her lip, then covers her mouth to contain the bark of laughter that tries to escape. She doesn't mean to laugh, really! But his expression is so serious, even covered in flour, and it's so endearing to her that she has to come and kiss his cheek while she helps him dust off. ]
There's still enough, isn't there? What are you making?
[Alucard is all set to protest, especially as Ellis gets a much too smug look on her face, but then Sypha kisses him and it all dies on Alucard's tongue.
If he's made one thing already abundantly clear in this...whatever the right term is...it's that the smallest bit of affection melts him utterly.]
Roasting a side of venison, then putting vegetables into a galette.
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[In theory, Alucard was making dinner. He had gone foraging earlier in the day, and come back with wild aspagarus that had taken root in the forest. Combined with mushrooms that he had purchased from a farmer two days ago, when he was in that tiny village that marks the midpoint between Krimnos an the castle, it was a formidable start to a galette. Then there was the venison that had been hanging in the cool room, and then that would simply be dinner. Enough protein for everyone's constitutions, and a good use of one's natural's surrounding.
In practice, what he was doing was fending off a smart ass wolf who had just stolen a scrap of venison off one of the counters, forcing Alucard to leave the galette dough unattended and there's wings and--]
Raw dough is not for birds!
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Of course, she drops it on the other side of the kitchen a moment later and squawks a complaint. She'd have been better off with the meat like Ellis, but it was a better plan to divide and conquer, for all the good it did her. Mistral glides down and lands with a flutter on Ellis' shoulder, floofing out her feathers to a hilarious degree to show she's offended at the dough. ]
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Both of you! Get out!
[Ah yes. A dhampir running over to try and shoo them while covered in flour.]
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What on earth is going on here?
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[Alucard looks up, utterly flustered and aware that he looks an actual mess. And that his wolf has some venison bits stuck to her fur. And that the bird is...somewhere.
There is a sigh, then the vampire sags entirely.]
There were two little theives taking from dinner.
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There's still enough, isn't there? What are you making?
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[Alucard is all set to protest, especially as Ellis gets a much too smug look on her face, but then Sypha kisses him and it all dies on Alucard's tongue.
If he's made one thing already abundantly clear in this...whatever the right term is...it's that the smallest bit of affection melts him utterly.]
Roasting a side of venison, then putting vegetables into a galette.