The chef knew how to play a crowd, that was certain. He had a natural charisma, and a showmanship that promised entertainment, at least. But the question, C'kayah thought to himself, was 'can he cook'? Ul'dah was filled with would-be chefs, some fronting large restaraunts, others master of only a corner of cobblestone. All dreamt of enduring fame, but most of them approached it without a real sense for what made food. Anyone could combine random ingredients and call it unique, it took a true master to do something memorable that worked.
He grinned at the half-naked chef. Snarl wanted his request, and he was of a mind to challenge the man with the least of dishes, the most humble of pastas. The whores of Ul'dah were fond of a tangy, salty, spicy dish made with olives and peppers. A cheap meal that could almost be comfort food if it were only a little more bland, considered beneath them by many of the shining chefs of Ul'dah. C'kayah loved it, just the same. It reminded him of his own early days in the city. Over the years he'd eaten many plates of it, some greater and some lesser. What could this Snarl do with such a dish?
"My name is C'kayah", he purred, sucking thoughtfully on a fang. "Your dancers make me think of Pasta Kaurwa, with olives and hard cheese."
He grinned at the half-naked chef. Snarl wanted his request, and he was of a mind to challenge the man with the least of dishes, the most humble of pastas. The whores of Ul'dah were fond of a tangy, salty, spicy dish made with olives and peppers. A cheap meal that could almost be comfort food if it were only a little more bland, considered beneath them by many of the shining chefs of Ul'dah. C'kayah loved it, just the same. It reminded him of his own early days in the city. Over the years he'd eaten many plates of it, some greater and some lesser. What could this Snarl do with such a dish?
"My name is C'kayah", he purred, sucking thoughtfully on a fang. "Your dancers make me think of Pasta Kaurwa, with olives and hard cheese."
