[OPEN TO ALL] Intense Pasta!!

[Steel Wolf]

Because I'm terrible at managing alts, but even worse at not writing multiple characters, I'm starting another one of those character threads that I think would make for interesting open RP interaction exclusively here on the forums.

 

This character was spawned when I was idly looking in the general direction of a cooking show on the Food Network, specifically one of the myriad programs hosted by Guy Fieri. It made me realize that, as far as I knew, there wasn't some boisterous, charismatic and just-short-of-annoying superstar chef in Eorzea.

 

This works quite a bit like my Kali Kalrath posts, except I'm hoping that this will illicit multiple responses to an individual poster instead of limiting to a single reply, which I suspect is the reason why Kali's posts seem to foster a little less participation than I had hoped.

 

Hope you all enjoy! <3

 

A small platform was hurriedly placed by a pair of stout and sturdy Dunsefolk Lalafells in the middle of the Ruby Road Exchange. It was then followed by more accoutrements being hauled in--a table with a simple white cloth draped over it. Several pots and pans. A few crates of random ingredients, with tomatoes being the primarily visible ingredient.

 

Then, propped against the forward face of the platform is hung a sign, with two simple words:

 

"INTENSE PASTA!"

 

As the Dunesfolk hurriedly set up the stage, a small crowd of curious onlookers began to form. After the sign was hung, a pair of threadbare clothed Miqo'te females darted up the stairs onto the platform. Their bodies lithely moved to unheard music, arms and hips both beckoning more people to take in the spectacle. When the group was assembled to a presumed size, the pair spoke in unison.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen of Ul'dah! We proudly present! The brashest, baddest chef you'll ever meet! His eyes will take you captive, and his foods will take you away! He doesn't just bend the rules, he sets them aflame! It's time for...."

 

Suddenly, a male Miqo'te leapt from beneath the table, landing deftly on top. His skin was a caramel tan, his hair platinum blonde and swept back in haphazard and intense spkes. He wore nothing but a half-apron, a pair of garish wrist bracelets and a pair of knee-high boots with more leather straps than needed to keep them set to his calves.

 

He threw a fist into the air, clutching a ladle and roaring loudly into the sky. The two dancers froze, hands gesturing gleefully to him. From behind him, a pair of pyrotechnic blasts went off, throwing golden sparkles into the air.

 

"INTEENSE PAAASSTAAAAAAAAA!!"

 

The Miqo'te leapt down from the table and deftly landed behind it. He twirled the ladle in between his fingers a few times before setting it down as he spoke to the crowd, his arms gesturing wide, a broad, fang-toothed grin spreading across his features.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my open-air taste test! My name is simply Snarl, and I am here to WAKE UP YOUR MOUTH!"

 

With this, he slammed his fist resolutely on the tabletop. The pair of dancers reared back, faces wearing a look of oversold shock.

 

"Let me elaborate, friends...for too long, we've assumed dining to be one of two things--a quick bite while we dash to something else entirely, or some stuffy affair relegated to the overdressed heads of state. We-he-he-hell, I don't think that's right! I don't think that's fair! I don't think that eating should be quiet, I think it should be loud! Bold! INTENSE!"

 

The dancers whispered behind him. "Intense!"

 

"So that's what this initiative is about! My specialty is pasta and sauces. What's simpler than that, you may ask? Well, these aren't your grandmother's sauces, friends. These feature huge flavor. Bold spices. Intense heat. Unique meats and combinations that nobody has had the guts to attempt! Except, of course, for your buddy Snarl!"

 

The dancers both applauded giddily.

 

Snarl aimed his ladle, passing it over the crowd as he spoke to them challengingly. "So! Whom amongst you is willing to enter a new epicurean realm? Who wants to tear open a taste portal? WHO WANTS SOME INTENSE PASTA??"

[C'kayah Polaali]

C'kayah Polaali wandered out of the quicksand, leafing through the stack of letters in his hand. It was time to pay rent on the old NHSC office. Should he renew it? It was useful enough, and inexpensive. His gemcutter was nearly finished on the necklace that would replace the one Ezhara took up in Coerthas. One of the alchemists he was trying out had sent him something reminding him that the potions he ordered could be made in bulk at a discount.

 

He stopped short at the sound of a male yell, looking up at the spectacle in front of him. Snarl? He hadn't seen that particular chef before, but he had to admit the man had showmanship. A grin slowly spread over his face as he stepped forward, his eyes taking in the ingredients. The dancers behind the chef were attractice and coordinated, and they played their own part in the show, but their costumes were worn thin. Poor. That's alright, he thought, a hungry chef might be more eager to please. And a successful one might buy a pair of pants.

 

"I'll bite", he said, moving to stand near the table.

[Steel Wolf]

Snarl's grin spread wide and bright, and with a whisk of his ladle-wand, the pair of dances framed each of the speaker's arms, wrapping themselves around him to lead him up the stairs onto the stage.

 

"Hah! I KNEW there would be some truly brave and daring folks here in Ul'dah! A round of applause for this culinary trailblazer, folks!"

 

The dancers led the small crowd in a round of polite applause. Snarl began to place a pot of prepared water onto a heated stone and kicked open a couple of the ingredient crates as he spoke.

 

"So, good sir, what's your name, and what sort of experience can Snarl and his Intense Pasta take you? Are you looking to lick Dalamud itself? Or perhaps you're eager to try a unique meat treat?"

[C'kayah Polaali]

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."

[Steel Wolf]

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!"

[C'kayah Polaali]

The chef was right. C'kayah had to give him that, he was right about Kaurwa, with it's intense flavors. Many so-called chefs sought intense flavors by simply maximizing what is already there: salt; spice; garlic; heat. Their Kaurwa was noticeable, yes, but forgettable. Uninspired.

 

He smiled at the dancers as they swayed to another table, then turned his attention to Snarl again. He used rigatoni. An interesting choice for the intensely flavorful Kaurwa. The pasta would trap more of the sauce, but not more of the larger ingredients: the cheese, the olives. He grinned as Snarl spoke of the parsley - an herb many considered to be inconsequential. An ornament. Both Miqo'te knew what it could add to a dish.

 

Finally the plate arrived, borne by first one then the other of the dancers. He looked down at it. The sauce shining wetly in the afternoon light, filling only the ends of the rigatoni's tubes. Parsley flecks greeted his eye, the chef hadn't overcooked them, and they promised a green tang to the dish. The olives were small, and halved, each with it's own little cargo of sauce. He took the fork and bit. It was spicy, yes, as it should be but no more than that. The olives retained their unique flavor, as did the parsley. He could taste the salt of it, but it didn't overwhelm him, while the cheese added both a snap as well as helping to mingle the flavors. And last of all was the aftertaste of the oil: sweet and bright as a new day. He smiled.

 

"This", he said, gesturing with his fork, "is nicely done. You have an appreciation for food, and that's not something that can be overstated."

[Steel Wolf]

Snarl grinned widely, his fangs baring in the move, giving his face a strange mixture of danger and allure. He spun his knife a few times, then notched a cut into the forward-facing side of his cutting board.

 

"And that, friends, is how you make Pasta Kaurwa....INTENSE!"

 

As he spoke, the twin dancers moved again with practiced precision, leading C'kayah off of the stage and towards a nearby table. It had been arranged comfortably, with a simple long table, a bench with ample cushioning, and a half-canopy to shield against the sun. The dancers sat C'kayah down, signaling him and his plate of food to sit and complete his prepared dish. As quickly as they paid attention to him, they forgot him, dashing back up to the stage as Snarl spoke again.

 

He pointed his ladle challengingly at the crowd, scanning it over the assembly as his eyes flashed.

 

"Now then....who among you will come forth? Who's next?"

 

The dancers took up the chant: "Who's next? Who's next? Who's next?"

[Cliodhna Eoghan]

Curiously, Cliodhna walked further down Ruby road. Under her arm was a rather large package of clothing from Sunsilk Tapestries, she had intended to go home after but all the yelling and cheering (different than the usual ones) had got her attention. Someone particularly loud kept shouting "intense" over and over.

 

Nearing the middle of the street, Cliodhna spied the large crowd, the newly placed tables and stage, and upon it the dancing girls with an apparently shirtless....chef? Green eyes looked over her sunglasses with raised brows. Squeezing through the crowd-mumuring her excuses along the way-Cliodhna got closer to the stage, more curious of the show they were putting on than the actual food by this point. Though whatever he had cooked before smelled amazing by the lingering scent in the air.

[Steel Wolf]

As Snarl's ladle scanned the crowd, the bowl of the utensil fell upon a shapely figure making her way through the crowd. It froze, his eyes locking to hers immediately, like a pair of laser lights.

 

"You! The woman with the large bundle!"

 

It was at that point that Snarl's eyes wandered to take in her generous bosom. He smirked lecherously for a moment before recomposing himself.

 

"...under her arm. Yes, you, miss! Do you accept my challenge?"

 

As he spoke, the pair of dancers moved to the edge of the stage, leaning over, ears and tails lifted upward in anticipation as they stared, awaiting her response.

[Desu Nee]

Quki relationship with Ul'dah will always be something of a love and hatred. She absolutely despises Thanalan, full of backstabbing merchants, distrust, and sand. By Rhalgr, the sand.

 

 

But then things like that come and Quki can't help but giggle slighty. She's carrying a bag on her back, travelling clothes and googles on her forehead. She got some pretty good coins today, for better or for worse Ul'dah always needed a...sellsword. Totally not a mercenary, right? Defend some mines, hunt some bandits, escort someone from across the desert. The whole sand is gold thematic sure is fitting but she digress. She just takes off her black googles, chuckling and raising her hand. This ought to be interesting.

[Steel Wolf]

Snarl's ladle switched positions, aiming itself to the Lalafell who raised her hand. He nodded and flashed what must surely be an award-winning smile at the volunteer.

 

"Ah! One rises taller than all around her! Please, come, come! And allow me to take you on a journey that only food can provide! Tell us, what's your name...and what is your desire?"

[Desu Nee]

Snarl's ladle switched positions, aiming itself to the Lalafell who raised her hand.  He nodded and flashed what must surely be an award-winning smile at the volunteer.

 

"Ah!  One rises taller than all around her!  Please, come, come!  And allow me to take you on a journey that only food can provide!  Tell us, what's your name...and what is your desire?"

Quki shrugs, and sports a good-natured smile on her expression, walking closer. She can't say she isn't starting to have fun with this...

 

"Ququki Quki. And well...I want to try this Intense Pasta of yours!"

 

She finishes with a soft giggle, giving another shrug.

[Cliodhna Eoghan]

Cliodhna raised her brows lightly, her lips had been parted to reply but she had only gotten out a soft puff of air before the smaller lala had quickly spoken up. Chuckling lightly, she simply shook her head. This Ququki Quki looking like she's had a long day of travel and in need of something to brighten the day a bit. Besides there was no harm in waiting Shifting the bag of clothing to the other arm, she placed her free hand on her hip and waited to see what sort of thing would be made for Ququki by the overly enthusiastic chef.

[Steel Wolf]

Snarl gave Cliodnha a knowing wink and a sly smile, as if mentally telling her "You're next, cutie." His eyes then turned over to the Lalafell as his dancers took each hand and led her up on to the stage.

 

"Ququki Quki! A bright, cheery and song-like name! And so fitting a lovely creature as well! But of course, all Snarl does is INTENSE PASTA! But let me ask you..."

 

This time, he knelt down, bringing himself eye to eye with Ququki. His voice lowered to an almost sultry tone, though still not low enough to lose the crowd in his performance.

 

"Tell me where you wish to go. Perhaps a cool, windswept coast? The edge of a fiery pit? A comfortable, warming, cozy cottage? These are all experiences I can grant you with just a few ingredients and a bit of time, my dear...."

[Desu Nee]

Well, whoever this one was, it was definetly a speaker. His mannerisms, voice, sheer control of crowd was impressive, and to put such a ridiculous in the paper concept as Intense Pasta, and to grasp so many onlookers was not small feat, after all...

 

"I would love the feeling of flying..."

 

She ain't lying. She's going to train Cookie to fly someday, you can write that one up.

[Steel Wolf]

Snarl nodded a few times, lips pursing in thought at the challenge. A feeling of flight...a daring challenge from the diminutive Lalafell.

 

He stood himself up slowly, mind racing a few million malms an hour at the idea, his fingers drumming on the cutting board as he considered the request. His ears then perked upright as realization struck. Grinning, he spun around to face the crowd, pointing out and roaring.

 

"GNOOCCHIIII AFLREEEDOOOOOO!!"

 

He hurriedly reached into a crate as his dancers dutifully began to ready the serviceware as before. Snarl unearthed several green, leafy herbs and a tube of what looked like a dough. Spinning his knife between his fingers, he rolled the herbs into a tight bundle and began to chiffonade them as he spoke to the crowd.

 

"Gnocchi...a unique and delightful, pillowy dumpling-like pasta. It practically eats up whatever you put into it..." With that sentence, he began to roll the dough log into the pile of cut herbs. "...and combined with a bright, tangy alfredo cheese sauce, and you, my dear Ququki, will feel like you're eating sunshine and clouds!"

 

With that, Snarl lifted the herbed log of dough up with the cutting board, and cut it into small cylinders, scraping them into the boiling water. He moved to another small saucepan, stirring together butter, flour and milk until it scalded and thickened, then he grated a rich, pale cheese into the saucepan. With a flourishing sprinkle of pepper into the saucepan, he pulled the gnocchi, plated it and covered it in a generous helping of rich, white Alfredo sauce. The plate looked for all the world like it was holding a puffy fairweather cloud.

 

The twin dancers brought the plate to Ququki, both kneeling down to present the dish to her.

 

"Now, eat, my lovely! Eat, and fly through the clouds and into the sun!!"

[Cliodhna Eoghan]

Catching the wink, she flashed a smile and a small wave, chuckling lightly. Listening to Ququiki's request was interesting; flying was an marvel on it's own but how would that translate into a dish?

 

The answer was quickly shouted, the words echoing off the tall buildings of Ruby Road as the blonde chef already started preparing her meal. Curiosity piqued, Cliodhna watched him artfully turn raw ingredients into a finished meal rather swiftly while still sustaining the flair he had when calling to the crowd.

 

Once the finished dish was presented to the small Dunesfolk, Cliodhna shifted the bag once again to add her applause with the rest that had started cheering.

[Star Lin]

Kestlona came out of the Quicksand, lance strap to her back, and frown at the crowd that had gather.  Loud cheers went up from the crowd, causing the black Chocobo chick to hide between her feet.  "Come on Alex, let's see what's up," she said, scooping the chick up into her arms.  It didn't take long for the chick to find the bit of braided hair to peck at.

 

Pushing her way through the crowd, it was then her nose caught the scent.  "Ah, 'hat smell good."  It was then that she saw familiar blond hair, through the outfit was completely different from the dress that the other had worn when she first meet.  "Cliodhna," she said in greeting, stopping beside the highlander woman.  "'hat's goin' one..." she inhale deeply, "and why does 't smell like ah step into the Bismark kitchen?"  She then blush as her stomach growl.  'Knew I should have grab a bit at the Quicksand,' she thought.

[Desu Nee]

The food may probably be not as good as he's making it sound, but the presentation?

 

A perfect Ten.

 

Quki stunningly grabs the plate, and a fork, and takes a single gnochi, taking it slowly on her mouth, tasting the pasta itself as well as the sauce...

 

The fact she hummed approvingly, and continued means the food is also indeed a perfect 10.

[Cliodhna Eoghan]

"Oh, Kestlona...." Cliodhna greeted, eyes still on the stage. "Some sort of...Cooking performance, if that makes any sense?" She asked more than replied; bemused expression on her features. Pointing to the Dunesfolk that was taking a tentative bite of the pasta.

 

"He asked her what she'd like to experience and she had replied flying....So the chef up there," Nodding her head in Snarl's direction. "Made this dish that's suppose to resemble flying." Biting back a smile at the absurdity of it while still finding the thought entertaining.

 

"Between his claims of "intense" pasta, his stage presence and his dancing girls; you can see they've attracted quite a crowd." Cliodhna added, glancing over at Kestlona for the first time since she walked up. "Got me curious in any case."

[Star Lin]

Kest blink, turn her head to look up at the group on the stage.  "With 'uch a crowd, ah'm surprise 'rass blades 'aven't shown up to shut it down."  She was quiet for a moment, letting her eyes take in the scene again...especially the lack of Blades around the area.  'Wouldn't surprise me if he pay the blade off to keep clear of the area while he did this little stunt,' she thought.  It would diffidently explain why the two dancing miqo'te didn't have nicer outfits on.

 

"Still," she said aloud, "it smell good, 'hat ever he made."  Her eyes scan the crowd again.  "'est watch 'our pockets.  Crowd like this make easy pickin' for pickpockets."  Still she was much like Cliodhna, curious about what the miqo'te would do now, especially since she miss much of what had happen before she came out of the Quicksand.

[Steel Wolf]

Snarl laughed heartily as the Lalafell silently and delightedly ate of the gnocchi. He cut another notch on the corner of his cutting board as the crowd applauded. He bowed majestically to the crowd as the dancers led Ququki to the same dining table area that C'kayah had been taken to.

 

"Speechless, as she no doubt flies above our heads. I'll take the silence of enjoyment as highly as spoken praise any day--perhaps even moreso. Now..." He brought his ladle to bear once more, again pointing it at the crowd. This time, he knew--and found--his target. The bowl of the utensil aimed at Cliodnha.

 

"You, my lovely creature...let your burden down, join me on this stage, and tell Snarl what sort of experience his pasta can provide to you."

[Cliodhna Eoghan]

"Oh anyone tries to steal my gil will find their hand broken in the very least." Cliodhna replied to Kestlona with a lighthearted grin, her eyes conveying the seriousness in her words.

 

She then turned her attention back to Snarl and the ladle he used to point at her. Taking the few short steps to climb the stage; Cliodhna set her bag on the top step of the stage and then made her way over to the sun-kissed miqo'te. Deep green eyes regarding him over her sunglasses. "I'm more curious how you manage to cook and not burn your exposed skin from stray splatters, but..." She trailed off, grinning as she pondered the question posed to her.

 

Her polished index finger resting against her dark, tinted lips for a moment before both hands moved to her hips. "I want to experience something truly sinful and satisfying; like how I prefer to spend my nights." Cliodhna announced, tossing Snarl a quick wink with a mischievous smile.

[Steel Wolf]

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?"

[Cliodhna Eoghan]

Cliodhna watched Snarl perform magic once more as he cooked, smile still gracing her features. Hands still resting on her hips as he moved from pasta, to seafood to the sauce; his movements carefree only in the way that showed years of practice and mastery at his craft.

 

Shaking her head as he pandered to the crowd; describing how each part of the dish would compliment the other, a light chuckle escaped her mouth while she waited patiently.

 

Brows raising slightly at the meat of choice when it was hauled out; the crab did look fresh and it was far from their normal area. Cliodhna was surprised the chef had some on hand. Curiously, her head tilted to the side as she pulled on her sunglasses further down in attempts to discern what other expensive ingredients were hiding in the creates.

 

A few more flourishes, splash of alcohol and in short work; the girls offered the plate to Cliodhna. Picking up the fork that rested on the edge of the plate, she scooped up a few noodles and a piece or two of the meat.

 

Closing her eyes as the melody of flavors flooded her senses. "Mmmm...." She murmured. The crab was flaky and tender, absorbing enough of the sauce while still maintaining it's own flavor. The noodles were the right consistency, having spending the right amount of time in the hot bath. The sauce, oh the sauce. Quickly she took another bite, the tomatoes were wonderfully sweetened by the basil and parsley while the oregano added its signature touch. The cream and vodka holding it's weight in the sauce while the cinnamon added a lovely underlying spice.

 

"Oh...This...This is just perfect!" Cliodhna exclaimed, taking a moment to tear her attention away from the food and towards Snarl once more. "Even better than if I'd order from the Bismark." She added, taste-buds already demanding another sample of the dish in her hands.

 

"Thank you, for both the food and the performance, if you ever decide to open a permanent restaurant; you better tell me!" She said before being ushered to the other tables, fork pointed in his direction before lowering it to take another bite.