Snarl's smile was absolutely feral in response to the request. The twin dancers both leaned back, hands over their mouths and eyes in mock wide-eyed shock as they coquettishly played up her scandalous request.
The Miqo'te rubbed his hands together, his tongue reaching out to consider one of his fangs as he began to think. "Well, my dear, delicious lady...I must say you have stepped forward and absolutely brought the fire to my stage..."
Snarl considered his fang again with his tongue before spinning on his heel and roaring out.
"CRAAAAAB PAAASTAAAAAA!"
Once more the twins headed to their station to prepare service as Snarl began to get to work. He put on a fresh pot of boiling water and dropped some rich, brown wheat pasta. As he did, he began to speak to the audience once more.
"Sinful. Decadent. The sort of thing you do for two behind darkened walls and drawn drapes. Friends, this calls for some of my richest ingredients yet. And immediately, I consider a rich, flavorful wheat pasta. Rotini, to drink up every hot drop of sauce, like a good lover should....and then...."
He pulled out a small bag of ice from a crate, which still had some flecks of solid ice along with a great deal of cold water. He unearthed several crabs from the ice pile and put them into another boiling pot of water.
"Crab, friends, is rich, buttery but still manages to be light and flaky. It is tough to acquire, and quite expensive...but for a true love, its worth the effort and the cost."
Snarl began to pour some crushed tomatoes into a saucepan, then ran his knife over another herb bundle--oregano, basil, parsley. He tossed the herbs in with salt and pepper, then pulled a stick of cinnamon out and ground it into the mixture a few times. As the mixture began to bubble, he poured in some heavy cream and began to stir it.
"It's not merely crap that shall make this pasta, friends...no, what special, romantic and quiet occasion is without some fine spirits?"
From his crate he pulled a large bottle of a crystal clear alcohol. His thumb deftly uncorked the bottle and he began to pour it into the now-pink sauce.
"Voooddkaaaaaa...."
Snarl let the sauce simmer as he reached into the crab pot to pull the seafood out, revealing bright red crabs. He sat them onto a cutting and began to smash them with a mallet, pulling out rich, flaky white meat from the legs and claws. The crabmeat flaked easily in his fingers into rich, which pieces. He cooped up the meat, tossed it into the vodka sauce, then pulled the saucepan. Pasta was removed from water, plated and sauced, then finished with a few flecks of leftover basil and a few flecks of dried red pepper.
"A bit of green....and a tiny bit of heat....and...there!" He presented the plate to his twins with a flourish, who dutifully sauntered the meal over to Cliodnha. Snarl bowed deeply before her, then stood upright to speak once more.
"Taste the rich flavors, my dear...savor each bite as you would a lover's kiss and...well...we'll let your mind fill in the blanks, won't we dear?"
The Miqo'te rubbed his hands together, his tongue reaching out to consider one of his fangs as he began to think. "Well, my dear, delicious lady...I must say you have stepped forward and absolutely brought the fire to my stage..."
Snarl considered his fang again with his tongue before spinning on his heel and roaring out.
"CRAAAAAB PAAASTAAAAAA!"
Once more the twins headed to their station to prepare service as Snarl began to get to work. He put on a fresh pot of boiling water and dropped some rich, brown wheat pasta. As he did, he began to speak to the audience once more.
"Sinful. Decadent. The sort of thing you do for two behind darkened walls and drawn drapes. Friends, this calls for some of my richest ingredients yet. And immediately, I consider a rich, flavorful wheat pasta. Rotini, to drink up every hot drop of sauce, like a good lover should....and then...."
He pulled out a small bag of ice from a crate, which still had some flecks of solid ice along with a great deal of cold water. He unearthed several crabs from the ice pile and put them into another boiling pot of water.
"Crab, friends, is rich, buttery but still manages to be light and flaky. It is tough to acquire, and quite expensive...but for a true love, its worth the effort and the cost."
Snarl began to pour some crushed tomatoes into a saucepan, then ran his knife over another herb bundle--oregano, basil, parsley. He tossed the herbs in with salt and pepper, then pulled a stick of cinnamon out and ground it into the mixture a few times. As the mixture began to bubble, he poured in some heavy cream and began to stir it.
"It's not merely crap that shall make this pasta, friends...no, what special, romantic and quiet occasion is without some fine spirits?"
From his crate he pulled a large bottle of a crystal clear alcohol. His thumb deftly uncorked the bottle and he began to pour it into the now-pink sauce.
"Voooddkaaaaaa...."
Snarl let the sauce simmer as he reached into the crab pot to pull the seafood out, revealing bright red crabs. He sat them onto a cutting and began to smash them with a mallet, pulling out rich, flaky white meat from the legs and claws. The crabmeat flaked easily in his fingers into rich, which pieces. He cooped up the meat, tossed it into the vodka sauce, then pulled the saucepan. Pasta was removed from water, plated and sauced, then finished with a few flecks of leftover basil and a few flecks of dried red pepper.
"A bit of green....and a tiny bit of heat....and...there!" He presented the plate to his twins with a flourish, who dutifully sauntered the meal over to Cliodnha. Snarl bowed deeply before her, then stood upright to speak once more.
"Taste the rich flavors, my dear...savor each bite as you would a lover's kiss and...well...we'll let your mind fill in the blanks, won't we dear?"
