Snarl's grin widened even more, if that were even possible. Immediately, he dropped a large bowl of what appeared to be a rigatoni-style pasta.
"Friends, this first arrival is a hard-working man. A man who doesn't suss about with the frills and foppery of a dining hall in the Chamber of Rule. He wants it short, sweet, simple but not boring! He wants!"
Another raised fist, with the dancers following suit as he roared out.
"PASTAAAA KAUURRWAAA!!"
The two dancers kissed each cheek of C'kayah and sauntered over to another table, assembling service ware while Snarl spoke. He unearthed a tall bottle of deep green oil, a small basket of rich black olives and a tub of brine, with a barely visible block of pale white cheese swimming about inside.
"Now, friends, let me tell you the first mistake people make when it comes to Pasta Kaurwa. They overestimate the salt content. Olives. Hard, briney cheese. Heavy, thick pasta. It all adds up to either a rich and satisfying bite...or being punched in the mouth by a salt block."
While speaking he began to break up the cheese and toss it together with the olives. He then lifted the mixture up, the slits in the bowl of olives draining the combined brine slightly. He then smelled the combination, wrinkling his nose.
"F'naah! Well...what, then, does Snarl do to cut this down? A couple of things! First--you add this oil. A special pressing I have procured of some of the finest, youngest olives. And then! Here's where we get magical...."
He reached down, pulling out a sprig of a curly, green herb. With a flourish, he brought the herb onto a board and ran his knife over it, milling it into fine flecks. He scraped the cuttings into the olive and cheese mixture, looking at the herb arrive at its destination with an awed expression, whispering as he did so, like incanting a sacred spell.
"....curly parsley...."
He then stood bolt upright, stirring the mix once more as he spoke. "Parsley, friends, is a leafy, fragrant thing. This style of leaf cuts easier, dissolves into what you stir it with and smoothes out the flavor of anything you add it without taking over. Consider it an herbal ninja!"
Just as he finished speaking, one of the dancers pulled the rigatoni from the boiling water with a strained basket, heaping it onto the plate that the other dancer held. The twin then sauntered over to Snarl, back arching suggestively at C'kayah as she placed the plate before Snarl. He gave the woman a wink before pouring the olives and cheese mixture onto the pasta. With a few deft fods, rigatoni, oil, herbs, olives and crumbled cheese danced together. He took up a fork, spinning it a few times before stabbing it into the plate like a victorious gladiator.
The twin dancers both took up the plate, sashaying over to C'kayah. One held the plate up, the other carefully taking a forkful of everything the plate had to offer. As they did, Snarl pointed dramatically at him.
"Now, my solid man C'kayah...eat! And tell me true--tell me if this is the comforting hug of a soft lover, or if it's the salt-riddled chef too bored by the order!"
"Friends, this first arrival is a hard-working man. A man who doesn't suss about with the frills and foppery of a dining hall in the Chamber of Rule. He wants it short, sweet, simple but not boring! He wants!"
Another raised fist, with the dancers following suit as he roared out.
"PASTAAAA KAUURRWAAA!!"
The two dancers kissed each cheek of C'kayah and sauntered over to another table, assembling service ware while Snarl spoke. He unearthed a tall bottle of deep green oil, a small basket of rich black olives and a tub of brine, with a barely visible block of pale white cheese swimming about inside.
"Now, friends, let me tell you the first mistake people make when it comes to Pasta Kaurwa. They overestimate the salt content. Olives. Hard, briney cheese. Heavy, thick pasta. It all adds up to either a rich and satisfying bite...or being punched in the mouth by a salt block."
While speaking he began to break up the cheese and toss it together with the olives. He then lifted the mixture up, the slits in the bowl of olives draining the combined brine slightly. He then smelled the combination, wrinkling his nose.
"F'naah! Well...what, then, does Snarl do to cut this down? A couple of things! First--you add this oil. A special pressing I have procured of some of the finest, youngest olives. And then! Here's where we get magical...."
He reached down, pulling out a sprig of a curly, green herb. With a flourish, he brought the herb onto a board and ran his knife over it, milling it into fine flecks. He scraped the cuttings into the olive and cheese mixture, looking at the herb arrive at its destination with an awed expression, whispering as he did so, like incanting a sacred spell.
"....curly parsley...."
He then stood bolt upright, stirring the mix once more as he spoke. "Parsley, friends, is a leafy, fragrant thing. This style of leaf cuts easier, dissolves into what you stir it with and smoothes out the flavor of anything you add it without taking over. Consider it an herbal ninja!"
Just as he finished speaking, one of the dancers pulled the rigatoni from the boiling water with a strained basket, heaping it onto the plate that the other dancer held. The twin then sauntered over to Snarl, back arching suggestively at C'kayah as she placed the plate before Snarl. He gave the woman a wink before pouring the olives and cheese mixture onto the pasta. With a few deft fods, rigatoni, oil, herbs, olives and crumbled cheese danced together. He took up a fork, spinning it a few times before stabbing it into the plate like a victorious gladiator.
The twin dancers both took up the plate, sashaying over to C'kayah. One held the plate up, the other carefully taking a forkful of everything the plate had to offer. As they did, Snarl pointed dramatically at him.
"Now, my solid man C'kayah...eat! And tell me true--tell me if this is the comforting hug of a soft lover, or if it's the salt-riddled chef too bored by the order!"
