Snarl's ears perked up instantly at the order. He spun on his heel, facing the crowd with arms spread wide.
"Miss Yukari! A woman who knows precisely what she likes, but is not averse to adapting to the sudden and unexpected! She demands shellfish, fire and the ubexpected! She demands..."
The Miqo'te thrust his fist in the air, roaring out at full voice.
"VOIIIDAAAL LOBSTERRR PASTAAAA!"
The twins stepped to, heading to the adjacent table and prepping serviceware as Snarl rummaged through the contents of one of his crates. Inside a box of ice, he pulled out a pair of large lobster tails. He then unearthed some tomatoes, several green herbs and a few other jars of some red-colored spices.
"Do not let the name of this dish worry you, friends, for 'voidal' here means that it carries the heat of the halls. And it might make you think untoward thoughts..." He winked at Yukari, inviting a few giggles from some of the women in the crowd.
Snarl turned to the boiling pot and dropped a handful of broad noodles. "Bucatini--a strong, powerful noodle. Such flavor demands a pasta with arms as strong as a kraken's!"
Snarl deftly cracked open the lobster tails with a mallet and gave the succulent flesh inside a rough chop. He then took another blade through some of the leafy green herbs. He dumped the tomatoes in to a skillet and began to roughly stir them, smashing them down as he did. He then upended the green herbs and the lobster meat in to the skillet, eyes narrowing.
"It's like a sort of witchcraft. A summoning of firey desire, this dish," explained Snarl. "Oregano, parsley, dill, tomatoes, lobster tail meat...dancing quietly...and then, the chaos!"
He dramatically introduced some of the red spices in to the skillet, calling them out as he did. "Cumin! Paprika! Cayenne! They wreath the dancers in flame, burning them yet cauterizing them! Until..."
He peeled beneath his table and slammed a bottle of a dark, rich-red liquor on the tabletop. Removing the cork, he poured a generous few drams in to the bubbling skillet. "Dark berry brandy--the sweet kiss of Menphina herself, coats them, slowing them from their climax...."
He pulled the pasta from the pot and tossed it in to the firey-sweet sauce, coating the noodles with the red tomato mixture. He deftly played the padta, and handed the plate to his dancers, who both approached Yukari, one holding the completed dish, the other offering her a fork.
"Spice, sea and sweet, all in a primal interplay. Tell me, Yukari. Tell us all how this pasta makes you feel!"
"Miss Yukari! A woman who knows precisely what she likes, but is not averse to adapting to the sudden and unexpected! She demands shellfish, fire and the ubexpected! She demands..."
The Miqo'te thrust his fist in the air, roaring out at full voice.
"VOIIIDAAAL LOBSTERRR PASTAAAA!"
The twins stepped to, heading to the adjacent table and prepping serviceware as Snarl rummaged through the contents of one of his crates. Inside a box of ice, he pulled out a pair of large lobster tails. He then unearthed some tomatoes, several green herbs and a few other jars of some red-colored spices.
"Do not let the name of this dish worry you, friends, for 'voidal' here means that it carries the heat of the halls. And it might make you think untoward thoughts..." He winked at Yukari, inviting a few giggles from some of the women in the crowd.
Snarl turned to the boiling pot and dropped a handful of broad noodles. "Bucatini--a strong, powerful noodle. Such flavor demands a pasta with arms as strong as a kraken's!"
Snarl deftly cracked open the lobster tails with a mallet and gave the succulent flesh inside a rough chop. He then took another blade through some of the leafy green herbs. He dumped the tomatoes in to a skillet and began to roughly stir them, smashing them down as he did. He then upended the green herbs and the lobster meat in to the skillet, eyes narrowing.
"It's like a sort of witchcraft. A summoning of firey desire, this dish," explained Snarl. "Oregano, parsley, dill, tomatoes, lobster tail meat...dancing quietly...and then, the chaos!"
He dramatically introduced some of the red spices in to the skillet, calling them out as he did. "Cumin! Paprika! Cayenne! They wreath the dancers in flame, burning them yet cauterizing them! Until..."
He peeled beneath his table and slammed a bottle of a dark, rich-red liquor on the tabletop. Removing the cork, he poured a generous few drams in to the bubbling skillet. "Dark berry brandy--the sweet kiss of Menphina herself, coats them, slowing them from their climax...."
He pulled the pasta from the pot and tossed it in to the firey-sweet sauce, coating the noodles with the red tomato mixture. He deftly played the padta, and handed the plate to his dancers, who both approached Yukari, one holding the completed dish, the other offering her a fork.
"Spice, sea and sweet, all in a primal interplay. Tell me, Yukari. Tell us all how this pasta makes you feel!"
